Novel & Cerita Shattered Glass Transformers Animated

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

I hear the announcer again but this time she talks about the jewel of the night, I look towards the stage and I lose my breath. Her pale skin shines all the brighter in the smoky, dim atmosphere. Like an angel descended from heaven itself, trapped in the deepest, blackest pit of hell. And I have no illusions about who dropped her into this hellhole. I've never claimed to be a good man. Some say I'm not a man at all. Just an animal. But I swear, once I get my hands on this perfect creature, she'll never want for anything ever again. I take care of what's mine. And she will be mine.

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I shifted then. The transformation ripped through me like lightning, fur, muscle and bone reforging in a heartbeat. The ground cracked under my paws as I launched myself upward, jaws snapping for her throat. She screamed again, throwing up a barrier just in time. But barriers break. Especially when you hit them with everything you have. I slammed into it once. Twice. The third impact shattered it completely, magic splintering like glass. She fell backward, scrambling, chanting desperately. Too slow.

The transformation began in earnest. His spine convulsed a full bodied seizure that threw him against the glass window with enough force to crack it. The impact rattled through his entire skeleton as his bones began the hideous work of reconstruction. They didn’t break cleanly. They warped, stretching, the marrow inside burning like it was being cauterized. His femurs lengthened, the growth so rapid it felt like his legs were being torn from his hips. His pelvis shifted, the socket sockets dislocating to accommodate new angles of movement that human bodies were never meant to achieve.

The blue glowing bands were now broken beside him, the bright blue liquid blending with the edge of the blood puddle. Eagle stood up slowly as the windows in the cart around us began to rattle. They began to shake so violently that they buckled inwards to form huge splinters of glass, which came propelling from both sides to spear into the police. The men and women fell limply on the ground as the glass pierced them all over; but miraculously didn’t harm Eagle. The glass that shot into the carriage missed Eagle by inches; none of them coming into contact with him. All of it was over in a matter of moments.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

—began to reclaim its own autonomy. ​With a deafening roar that sounded like a tectonic plate snapping in half, the sapphire rift shattered. Thousands of ancient wolves and humans spilled out onto the floor in a cascade of meltwater and silver light. They gasped—a sound of five thousand pairs of lungs taking their first breath in a millennium, a collective "whoop" of oxygen that filled the cavern like a hurricane. The Glass Guardian, deprived of its stolen kinetic energy, simply dissolved into a pile of harmless, slushy ice.

The light around him collapses inward like a dying star. I pull back, and he falls. The road is silent again. I look at my reflection in the shattered glass of a nearby car window. Wings. Horn. Tail. Blood. Am I an abomination? Aretha’s voice is steady. No. I close my eyes briefly. When I open them, the transformation recedes slowly. Bone retracts. Wings fold into nothing. Tail dissolves. The horn melts back into my skull. I stand there in human form again as sirens wail faintly in the distance.

The scream that tore from the Obelisk wasn't mechanical; it was the sound of a thousand distorted voices. The emerald glass began to glow white, then violet, then a color that didn't exist in the visible spectrum. The "Witness" appeared one last time, her holographic form melting like wax near a fireplace. Her cool, corporate mask finally broke, replaced by a look of sheer, unadulterated shock. "You... you’re destroying the battery!" she shrieked. "No," Aero growled, his voice vibrating in Lyra’s very marrow. "We're blowing the fuse."