Transformers Armada Blurr Novels & Stories

Tires squeal on the ramp. Headlights sweep across the garage walls, blinding us. A vehicle tears around the corner. It’s not a police cruiser. It’s not an ATF SUV. It’s a black Escalade. Tinted windows. Rims spinning. It drifts sideways, blocking the exit ramp. "Ambush!" Drakon shouts. He pushes me behind a concrete barrier. "Leon! Flank right!" Leon scrambles, raising his gun. The doors of the Escalade fly open.

The bond had roared to life, flooding them both with heat and certainty. Now, as they rolled through the towering iron gates of BludHeaven Academy, the security wards hummed in recognition and let them pass without a flicker. Elara navigated the winding, tree-lined path up to the student parking area, the truck’s headlights cutting through the dark like twin beacons. She found her usual spot near the east wing, killed the engine, and for a moment they simply sat in the sudden quiet, breathing the same air.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

its meaningful whisper caused Zion's cheeks to be reddish like ripe tomato. "What are you saying? Later Master will suddenly wake up and hear you!" He was annoyed to the man flirting with him in that kind of situation, but he cannot control his face to blush. Knox could not help but laugh. "How adorable you are, Zion.” He said while his shoulder are shaking. "Can I open my eyes now? You're done flirting?" Both were shocked when they heard the Alpha spoke next to them. "Why am I still in Wolf form? Where's the antidote?" he added a question when he sad down.

ba Furiously through the barrage of armored trucks, Daryl struck down the convoys, freeing the captured hybrids in the process. The chapter ran for cover as the others death with the Vanity troops closing in. The Vanity agents each pulled out plasma charged rifles and fired toward Daryl. But Adrian flew above the carriage and projected a crimson beam of energy from her hands. In Seconds, a wall of ruby quarts was forged and absorbed the impact of the Vanity troops attack. “You’re welcome,” Adrian waved with a grin.

"If you want to know, just try me." With a loud shout from Bradley, black energy surged toward Adrian. He immediately dodged and turned his offense into defense, using all his strength to withstand the attack. Bradley's power was relentless, like a mighty river surging continuously, and Adrian struggled to defend himself under the violent assault. His Royal Armor Physique helped him withstand the impact, but countering was difficult. His mind raced for a solution to resolve the situation quickly. "Divine Clear Sight!" Adrian's eyes lit up. He needed to see through everything to find a solution, so he activated the Divine Clear Sight once more.

No, they touched down like cats do, quietly and wrongly. Through the haze, the Crimson Armada showed up, full on. There had to be fifty of them, maybe more. Sleek dark leather armor, pale skin like marble, and eyes that burned with a sharp, blood-red glow. Their bodies moved with this twitchy, awful speed, like predators on a bad speed setting, locked onto prey. In front of it all stood a tall vampire, all aristocratic posture, gripping a wicked, curved scythe. He drew in that freezing air, his red gaze snapping straight to where we were hiding.

“Time for you to turn that Fed pawn into a Hegemony queen.” “Aye sir,” replied Rear Admiral Nehara. Enemy flak bounced off the Blade of Damocles’ armor as it maneuvered into optimal attack range. It swerved closer towards the swarm of slowly-disintegrating Federation ships from above, and angled its weapons towards its target with decisive precision.

It was a massive, armored vehicle, and it was moving straight toward our car. "Amelia!" Adrian yelled, grabbing the wheel. "They're coming for you! Not Branwyn! You!" He slammed his foot on the accelerator, driving the car into a sharp, grinding turn, aiming away from the docking area. The armored vehicle bore down on us, a monstrous final threat. "The final asset they want is you, Amelia!" Adrian shouted over the screech of the tires. "They want the witness gone!"

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.