Transformer Rescue Bot High Tide Novels & Stories

At this point, the invaders might have already caused havoc in the city which totally wrecked all the signals for communication, making their radar watches useless, unless its power source weren’t coming from satellites. Xiao swiped the air as she tried to call The8 from her contact list, but when the call didn’t push through, that’s when she called the attention of the assistant bot, “Snowball, are you here for a message?” she asked and touched the screen of its eyes as she swipes it to the side. The bot rolled over and revealed a 3D image coming from a photoelectric device which was stored right inside its body.

After cleaning my teeth and plugging my phone by the nightstand, I climb into bed with my laptop. It boots up, rather slowly, then I go straight to the browser. Ignoring the 60+ tabs I have pulled up already, I open a new one. Then, I type "The Dark Duo Blue Channels" into the search bar. I want to know who owns Crescent supermarket - because it seems like it's him the Dark Duo have a problem with - and any information on why these guys razed the place to the ground, and why they risked getting caught by getting everyone out of there first.

I was stuck here, and I might just never see the radiance of day again if Logan chose to keep me here until I adjusted my perspective as opposed to killing me. But I continued to think about those two hunk shifters who had tried to rescue me when I was being taken hostage by Logan's henchmen—the one with a mane of wavy hair, and the other with an intricate tattoo of wolves and bears on his arm. I had this sudden feeling that I might get to see them once more. I was so stuck on the possibility that they could save me, if they wanted to, but what were the chances that they would do so now?

When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data. My gut dropped. His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine. "Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year," his post read. "I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…" I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash. "How? Why?!" My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.

The sound of waves from the beach was relaxing enough to calm me down, deciding to take a nap, I jumped on my bed in satisfaction, this was more like it, no lioness mother or cockroach annoying supposed fiance, just me, in the peace of my room, though I know I can't escape them for ever, I'll enjoy myself for the short time I have. When I woke up, it was already dark, like seriously, how long did I sleep exactly?! I picked up my phone to check the time and it was already 9:11pm, and I wanted to go to the beach. I saw about one hundred plus messages, what do they want from me?!

she asked with a smile. “Never better.” He said as he kissed her gently. “now let’s get home so we can move on to the next stage.” “I think that is the plan.” Deanna said as she looked at him, “Whatever comes next is going to be fine as we move on.” “The next part is the main part of the storm. We are just close to the eye wall.” Max said as he shut the door to the van and walked around. As he did Deanna thought to herself, they will just have to break the eye wall themselves.

She then sent another ping, this time at an unusually large engineer's workshop a dozen or so meters south of town hall. “I have detected signals from another partially-assembled Stormrider here,” Raijin said. “Please avoid damaging it.” “Wilco,” said Xylo. T-Rex appeared on Amelia’s comms displays, his face filled with excitement. “How about us?” he asked. “What do we do?” He, Fluke, and Locke were all in his corvette a dozen meters above Amelia. The oddly named “Mr. Jurassic” was an A-ranked OmniLux Group “High Executive” Luxury Corvette.

Just when I felt suffocated, my phone rang. "Laura, I've spoken to my superiors and was able to get you a chance to make a transfer! Congratulations! You'll be able to enroll with us in two weeks' time!" After hearing those words, I finally felt relieved. Tears began streaming down my cheeks. It was tears of joy. I could finally leave this city and the Jackson family. I thanked the staff from the University of Quiles and was about to head home to get the necessary documents to make the transfer. What I didn't expect was that when I opened the door, the house was filled with dazzling lights. It was a party.

"That… That was my fault, Eleanor. I've changed. I've thought it all through. I was wrong before. Just give me a chance. Please." I'd heard enough of his excuses. I tried to pry his hand off, but his grip was surprisingly tight. Just as I struggled to break free, a figure stepped in, his large hand pulling Rafael's grip off my arm. "Excuse me, who are you? This is a civilized country. Drop the violence." I recognized him immediately—Caleb Thatcher, a Valmeran student from the same lab. He was a year older and had always looked out for me. I never expected he'd step in like this.

“But you need to trust me.” The phone rang again, and he growled an irked sigh as he picked it up. This time it was his Beta. “What now?” He snarled into the phone. “Alpha, we have a problem,” Daron told him. “The girl?” “No, it’s not the girl. It’s a different problem,” Daron said. “Alpha Alder from the Terran Pack just checked in at the bar. He said he has a meeting with you today.” “I’ll be there in a minute.” Rinc threw his phone onto the floorboard of the truck.