Starscream Jet Mode Novels & Stories

Her head bled profusely as Spark's mom laid unconscious on the ground. Spark witnessing all this stood up with rage and ran to his mother. "Mom!!!! Mom!!!" he screamed out shaking her body repeatedly. "May!! Dad!!" Spark shouted looking towards the mansion as they both rushed out. "She needs urgent care" Spark said handing his mom over to his dad. "awwn!! Momma gonna die" Stella spoke faking a sympathy "You bitch" Spark shouted as he tried using his Kinesis on her since his close range attacks were useless. "that old trick can't work on me again" Stella elucidated as she raised up her left hand revealing a silver coloured wrist like device on her wrist.

He ordered dragging himself from the floor. I was so happy to see Jet alive and I immediately jumped into his arms, hugging him, he doesn't hug me back, his eyes were pure red and they were staring at Jake screaming murder. I wouldn't stop Jet if he wants to kill him so I stepped out of his way allowing him to do what he wanted.

They couldn't outfly the jets, but the jets couldn't shoot straight down the curvature of the sphere without pulling out of their dives. Jax and Tank led the heavy iron contingents laterally across the hull, dodging the strafing runs by riding just below the "horizon" of the Ark's curve. "They're too fast!" Jax grunted over the comms, his massive chopper drifting sideways as an interceptor shrieked past him, mere feet above his head. "I can't hit a jet going Mach 5 with an axe!" "You don't need to hit the jet!" Dax commanded, his amber eyes tracking the flight paths of the silver swarm. "You hit the pilot's window!"

*Priority Alert: London Nest Cluster – Threat Apocalyptic* I look east—across the Atlantic, dawn light just touching the horizon. **Celeste:** “On my way.” Remy swings up—gold board manifesting. **Remy:** “Race you across the pond?” I summon **Blood Board**—violet storm roaring eager. **Celeste:** “Try to keep up.” We launch. Straight up—breaking atmosphere fast, G-forces crushing. Orbital view—Earth scarred but fighting. USSF Liberty Prime hails.

"Jack, you have the Alpha strain. It’s based on the Beta architecture. If they turn that switch on..." "We all melt," Jack finished. He looked at the puddle of Valerius. "He wasn't the final boss," Jack said, struggling to stand. "He was just the distraction." Jack looked at the Prototype Transport Jet—the "Aurora"—sitting on the far side of the helipad. It was damaged, covered in debris, but it looked intact. "Ben," Jack said. "Can you fly that thing?" "The experimental supersonic jet that I've never touched?" Ben asked. "Sure. Why not? Today has been weird enough."

It was now or never; there was no telling how long it would last. “Now, Ella! Hurry, before my strength fades again!” Ema didn’t need to tell me twice. Seizing the opportunity, I lunged forward, my hands grappling for the steering wheel. Jet, caught off guard, tried to fend me off, but I used all my might to wrestle control from him. “What are you doing? Stop!” Jet yelled, his voice filled with panic.

Jayden was dumbfounded, not even realizing that the water in the cup had spilled all over him. What the hell is this thing? Transformers? Luna had entered defense mode, letting go of the person in her hands, turning her head, and targeting Jayden. She lifted her leg and walked towards him. When she reached Jayden, she took the cup from his hand and squeezed it hard with her mechanical hand, shattering the cup into pieces. Then the hand came towards Jayden, and Jayden finally came to his senses and got up and ran. Luna relentlessly pursued, activating its destructive mode as it chased. It destroyed everything in its path, directly trampling and demolishing anything that stood in its way.

James chuckled, “Wouldn’t we, Sugar?” “Huh?” I was ogling the interior and not paying attention to James or the pretty stewardess. “Oh, yeah sure.” He could have said anything, and I would just agree. Wow, I felt like a movie star. At the one end of the jet there was a huge television screen and at that moment it showed the landing strip as the jet rolled down it. I heard the engines starting up and I grabbed onto James’s arm.

A long lost one. "Thank Goddess…." breathed my mother, Kristen Bright, Luna of the Silver Ring pack. "It's really you." "Hello mother." Was all I could manage. ***** ROSE A warrior woman in light pink hair darted through the door, straight for Rum, and I thought Rum was about to be attacked. I jolted up in alarm, holding the blanket tightly to my chest, and was about to jump in front of Rum, to protect him, when the woman flung her arms around Rum.

Zero The trip to the Jet is a long one. The traffic- bumper to bumper and the cars are fucking driving everywhere on the road, making it hard to go between them. Killer is ticked by the time we get to the private strip owned by Marcus Bray. Beauty swings off my bike and I watch her sexy ass move toward Killer, making my cock stir. Tonight, nothing is keeping me from that ass, and the pussy that I am sure is humming from the ride. I turn my bike and signal the pilot to open the back drop so I can park my bike inside. Thank fuck for Michael’s jet, or else we'd be hiring bikes and jumping in condensed planes.