Tessa Yeager Transformers Novels & Stories

“Really. I have prepared everything. You'll love the room.” “Yeay!” Max immediately cheered. “I want a T-Rex robot and an Autobot, Daddy!” “We will buy them tomorrow,” Pascha said. “We can play tomorrow.” Max nodded quickly, his face full of enthusiasm. “I want to tell you about dinosaurs and... and transformers!” Pascha laughed lightly. “I will listen to everything.” And sure enough, Max went back to babbling. At length. About every detail of Transformers to wild theories about what if a T-Rex could turn into a robot like an Autobot.

Building bridges across twenty-two years of separation. Then my phone buzzed. The new one Damien had given me. Secure. Encrypted. Supposedly untraceable. One message. One video. One final threat. I opened it. Felt my blood run cold. Tessa. Alive. Standing in what looked like another facility. Bigger. More advanced. Surrounded by screens showing hundreds more glass chambers. All full. All waiting. “Congratulations,” she said. Voice calm. Measured. “You destroyed one facility. Freed one batch of prisoners. Saved your parents. Well done. Really. I’m impressed.”

It was a symbol of Attention. She put the brass to her lips and blew. The sound was small, lonely, and piercing. It cut through the mechanical grinding of the Walker. The titan paused. Its massive, sensor-rich head tilted, its red-optical eyes focusing on the tiny girl in the tattered jersey standing in the center of the pass. "ALIGNED ASSET DETECTED," the Walker’s speakers boomed. "ELARA-001. RETURN TO THE VAULT." "My name is Elara," she shouted, her voice a raw, human defiance that felt more powerful than any Alpha-roar. "And there is no Vault left! You're just a machine with a broken script, dreaming of a world that doesn't want you!"

And Goddess… Those eyes. Crystal blue. Wide and magnetically beautiful. “You can talk to us,” Asher offered gently. Tessa hesitated before speaking quietly. “I-I want to, but… I just don't want any trouble.” “But you're not trouble, neither are you causing one!” Hayes said immediately, crouching lower too. Her eyes flickered with disbelief. As if she had heard something like this, believed something like this, but ended up turning around to bite her. “Fine, if… if you say—”

Brody dropped his hand from Tess’s shoulder and then grinned and waved both arms around. “That rocked! I mean, seriously, I watch sci-fi and never once imagined it could be real!” Dom raised both eyebrows and looked at Tess. She stood there with her hands on her hips, sending the other man a bored expression. Brody gave her an expectant look. “Can you do anything else?” Tess hissed out a long breath between her teeth. “Like what, detective? Transform you into a braying ass? No, however much I’d like to!”

Arthur yelled, standing up and knocking over his chair. “How dare you?” Dr. Angel's voice was quiet and calm, in direct contrast to the alpha's. She stood up, moving carefully so that her chair only slid back. She reached up, and pulled away her mask to reveal her true face. Leo stared, jaw dropping in astonishment. He heard the clatter of another chair and realized he'd sent his flying, too. Dr. Angel was Tessa. How was that possible? How was his former maid the most powerful healer either pack had ever seen? How had he never recognized her?

Agent Maynard said. Tessa, who was yawning a few seconds ago and wanted to go back to sleep, was wide awake now with a confused look on her face. “ Who are you guys talking about? “ Tessa asked us. I couldn’t get myself to talk because I didn’t wanna be the one to squash all her hopes that today may not be our victory day anymore. “ Hey Tess is that you? “ Agent Maynard asked her softly. “ Yes, it’s me. Please just answer me, is it who I am thinking it is? “ She asked Agent Maynard and I couldn’t help but sigh.

His favorite jean pants and joggers, then the black shirts and singlets. Jezebel was biting her lip repeatedly, and anger started consuming her at the thought of him in bed with Toyota, it's mad. Tiger stood beside Toyota and smiled knowingly, then Lambo pressed a button, and Toxica's face appeared on screen. She hasn't changed at all, thanks to multiple surgeries, she still looks as young and full of venom. "She looks dangerous" Jaemin muttered. "She is" Sylvester replied "Now I understand The Terminator's strength, she was trained by a thug, but how come you're not as strong and poisonous as her when you received trainings together" Zenith said.

he called, his voice cutting through the din with the clarity of shared triumph. The pack's enthusiasm was infectious, a wave that caught them all in its joyous current. Tessa, a younger werewolf with boundless energy and optimism, laughed with delight when she successfully transformed just her hands into paws. "Look! I'm doing it!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder as she reveled in the control she had never thought possible.

Her answer has me narrowing her eyes at her. " Discreet? Tessa,is there something you are keeping from me? Why are you suddenly acting mysterious like Camilla?" I inquire and she waves her hand dismissively. " It's nothing you have to worry about. I will be fine. I can take care of myself. You know that." Tessa tells me. She is right. She is one of the strongest female warriors in this pack capable of taking down two or even more warriors without sweating. " You take after your father,fearless and self driven. That's your charm." I comment. Tessa smiles at me.