Transformers Armada Blurr Novels & Stories

QuickShot and I watch as SpeedBlade hits Silent right in his big metal head. "No way," I say, watching with my own eyes as one of the eyes on Silent's robotic head comes flying off. "SpeedBlade is right," QuickShot says, shooting an arrow. Her arrow hits Silent in his elbow, the arrow getting stuck, and causing the arm to get stuck itself. "JumpStart, quick! You see that giant blaster on the right arm. You need to disable it before it can charge again!"

TIME: 11:51 HOURS. LOCATION: THE BEHEMOTH - COMMAND DECK. STATUS: BLINDED. Inside the neural-interface cradle of the Vanguard Behemoth, Ren was fighting his own battle. His expanded consciousness was drowning in error codes. The massive twin railguns were perfectly operational, but they were entirely useless. They had a minimum arming distance of five hundred yards, and firing them into a swarm of melee combatants surrounding their own convoy would instantly vaporize the Ironhead militia. SYSTEM ALERT: TARGET LOCK FAILED.

Never untrained. His hand reached back Gripping the old silver blade mounted along the chamber wall. The same one. From before the fall. Before the war. Before everything. He moved. The blade flashed. Silver cut through synthetic flesh. The creature staggered Then adapted. Of course it did. “They learn,” Elara warned. “I know.” Adrian ducked another strike, driving the blade upward into the Alpha’s throat. It collapsed. But the others Closed in. Too many, Too fast. And Adrian Was no longer untouchable. A strike landed. Hard. Across his side.

Their eyes were covered by tactical visors stitched directly into their skulls. "Target not found," the lead Sweeper said. Its voice was digitized, stripping away any humanity. "Obstacle identified. Beta-class lifeform. Remove." "Come and get it, you ugly bastards," Marcus spat. He opened fire. The rifle barked, sending a stream of 5.56mm rounds into the lead Sweeper’s chest. Sparks flew. The bullets didn't penetrate; they flattened against the grey skin and fell to the floor like useless coins. The Sweeper didn't even flinch. It raised a hand—a hand that had been modified into a crushing claw—and backhanded Marcus across the room.

VANESSA'S POV The air in the war room vanished, replaced by a pressure that felt like the ocean's depths. Adrien's transformation was a silent, terrifying spectacle. There was no explosive burst of energy, no cacophony of breaking bone. It was a seamless, dreadful metamorphosis, as if the man was simply receding and the primal Alpha was emerging from within, his humanity burned away by the cold fire of betrayal. His black fur was a living shadow, absorbing the torchlight, and his form seemed to swell, not just in size, but in presence, until he filled the space, a monument of wrath and grief.

Enyo Burnside “Alpha Clayton Blackridge, welcome to my Pack” Hadeon says to my mate with a grin, holding out his hand to Clay. Clay looks at it then at me, before taking his hand. “Alpha Hadeon, I presume “ Clayton says, Hadeon smiles as he takes Clay’s hand then turns back to me. I notice the amulet that hangs around his neck, the strange coloured stone almost looks like it’s moving, swirling a green/blue as if it’s alive. I notice a smaller version hanging around both the necks of the two women.

I was being consumed by fear, and that made me more determined to see my mother. I linked Christopher "Chris, I'm taking you up on your offer. Come meet me at the armoury." We met there and I gave him the letter and all the instructions he would need. I asked for his phone so I would receive the call from the Omega and I gave him mine. I took off to meet with Lilith while Christopher went ahead to Cleven pack. I prayed to the goddess to guide him and to let no harm or trouble come to him.

I feel a warm energy flow through my arms, and my hands emit a glow. 'Your eyes? They’re glowing silver, and your hands are glowing too! How are you doing this?' he panics. I can't stop the glow. I’m not even sure what is happening. My hair flows behind me despite no breeze in the room. The glow continues as warm energy flows through my body and then works its way out of the palm of my hand under Alpha Tate's back. A crunching sound is made from his spine snapping back in place. Alpha Tate cries out. Then my hair drops back below my shoulders, The blue returns to my eyes, and the glow disappears.

Back to the hell he called a home. Her fingers tightened slightly. “Never again…” she whispered under her breath, her voice cold this time. Although she had driven an armored vehicle before, it had never been anything like this. This… this was on a completely different level. Still, she took a steady breath and sat in the driver’s seat. Ding! [Armored Vehicle – System Overview] {High-efficiency nuclear-electric hybrid core Near-infinite energy conversion. Silent mode available} {1,000 tons of fuel (System-compressed storage. Auto-refill compatibility with system inventory)}