Transformers Alternate Mode Novels & Stories

“We cannot interrupt. They are bonded.” Z-04 flickered sharply. “Alpha reclamation process has begun.” Alexander’s glow flared in rage. “IF HE TOUCHES THEM—I SWEAR—!” But Z-03 cut him off, voice soft: “Alexander Knight… prepare yourself.” Alexander froze. “What… what do you mean—prepare for WHAT?” Z-03’s lights dimmed. “Your role is about to change.” Jay’s Partial Transformation Jay’s back split open— not blood, but molten gold pouring upward like liquid light.

The only thing that reminded Mark that he was looking at a robot was 2Pac’s gunmetal silver skin and his artificially glowing eyes. It was time to fight again, and Mark waited for the right time to press the Ghost Mode button on a touchscreen located on his suit’s hydraulic forearm, which would turn his body into a phantom for a few seconds using a quantum magnetic pulse. Mark waited for the right time to activate the Ghost Mode feature. His nerves misfired a little, but he tried to keep thinking about his son and how he was fighting for him.

Suddenly they were no longer in the office. They were in the conference room from their original timeline—but twisted. The long table was there, but now it was a stage. Alternate versions of their past selves watched from the shadows: the hotel suite version of Alex on his knees, the gala balcony version being fucked against the railing, the safehouse version strapped and edged. All of them moaning. All of them begging. The alternate Alex sat at the head of the table like a king. “Choose your role, Alex. Dominant or submissive. Here, you can have both. But you must pick one permanently. The timeline demands balance.”

He required to get the wicked hell out of this place. Pain tore through his jaw, his muscles, his exceptionally bones as his body swelled and morphed. His arms and legs broke and changed. Muscles tore and recuperated into their unused shape. His teeth broke and re-grew as his jaw extended forward. The alter was difficult and quick, and he kept noiseless through it all, knowing if he drew the others’ consideration from the appear it would cruel the passing of him.