Transformers Armada Blurr Novels & Stories

His cold eyes gazed all over the place before he finally ran to attack Jane, who was still standing near his mate's body. The originally peaceful pack turned into a battlefield after Jane decided to betray her friendship with Helena. The immortal human troops loyal to Jane also joined the fight after that. The homes of the pack members were burned and destroyed in the war. The only one who couldn't feel the chaos in the place was probably Lulla, who woke up not long after Kenzie managed to knock her out. "Daddy, Mommy!"

Slowly, I raised the sword before me, pointing it directly at the door, as my hands shook, while I tried to steady them, as I took deep breaths, praying to the Moon Goddess for a miracle. As the last chair fell from our barricade, and the door broke free from its hinges, a low growl echoed into the room, and I knew that growl better than anyone. The door at that moment came crashing into the room, but the rogue was no longer standing on the other side of the doorway. In his place stood Alpha Gunner’s massive wolf with blood dripping from his mouth, as he stared down at the lifeless rogue beneath his paws. But that wasn’t the only blood that was on him, as my eyes moved to a wound now on his

The man fell to the ground, gripping onto his bleeding legs. I heard an explosion in the distance and wondered if the entire army of both Heaven and Hell actually showed up. Everyone was in protective armor, even though we all healed quickly, it didn’t mean a flaming arrow to the chest felt good. Some fighters were laying there on the ground, and some of them teleported back to their own realm in defeat.

Those who had worked their way out of the novice ranks and were trusted enough to control their own minds wore their facial expressions like masks, barely covering the bubbling mixture of exhilaration and fear which simmered just below the surface of their composure. “You alright?” Ally asked, her skin almost luminous in the pale light. I nodded, not trusting my voice enough to speak out my anxieties. I had helped Morpheus with his armour, marvelling at the gold-plated breast plate which had been engraved with a poppy – the symbol of the Dreamlands. He looked so dashing – like a knight from my wildest dreams – that it was hard to maintain serious about the whole fight... until I remembered t

Aradaa raised the sword toward the sky and let out a "Static Roar." The sound wasn't human. It was a frequency that bypassed the ears and went straight into the electronics. Every engine in the harbor died instantly. The Republic’s cannons slumped, their firing pins jammed by a surge of blue energy. The flagship drifted aimlessly, the humming silence of the bay broken only by the lapping of the waves against the Ark's hull. Aradaa looked at Vladya, then at the terrified men on the decks. He reached out and gripped Kaelor’s scaled hand, holding it high for everyone to see.

This was a big blow on Luca's face and if he heard about it, his anger would make him execute wrong verdicts. I was the only one left of Luca's real pack that was murdered in cold blood a long time ago…and now that he was trying to form a new pack…the dogs were here once again to take them down. Luca was strong, he was the Alpha of all Alphas…but being blind was a huge disadvantage for an Alpha who was meant for war. Moreover, a blind man couldn't wear the Crown of Canines or even move close to it. An Alpha has to be 'complete' to claim it.

The brush moved faster than my thoughts could catch up; every stroke layering over each other, blending, clashing, pushing. It wasn’t clean. It wasn't even clear what it was becoming, but it was… something. My jaw tightened slightly as I dragged the brush across the canvas again, harder this time, like if I pressed enough, it would make sense. I kept going and didn’t hear the door, footsteps or notice anything until… “Careful. You’re about to start a war with that canvas.” I jerked up in fear and the brush slipped from my fingers, clattering softly against the floor. My heart almost jumped into my throat as I turned, Ernest.

He rolled across the slick, bioluminescent moss, struggling to find his footing. His body was failing. The Caloric Debt was no longer a warning signal; it was an active shutdown sequence. His metallic grey right arm—the hardened carbon-alloy adaptation that had saved him from Subject One—felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. His muscles screamed in protest as he forced himself up. The Alpha ripped the steel beam from the crushed rock and swung it horizontally, aiming to cut Baraka in half. Baraka threw up his metallic arm to block. CLANG!

He felt the frequency in his blood peak. The soldiers opened fire. Blue pulses of energy slammed into the truck’s hood, melting the steel and sending sparks flying. Elior ducked as the windshield shattered into a thousand crystal shards. "Vardan! Now!" Sora roared. Vardan didn't use a gun. He leaped from the moving truck like a black cannonball. He hit the first armored vehicle with the force of a falling star, his claws shredding the reinforced plating as if it were parchment. Sora followed a second later, a silver blur draped in a black cloak.

A deep mechanical whine. My stomach dropped. Seraphine heard it too. Her head snapped toward the perimeter. “Armor units,” she muttered. “Heavy.” “Whose,” Adrian asked. She didn’t answer immediately. That was answer enough. “They didn’t wait for clearance,” she said finally. “They never do when they think they’re losing control.” The machines shifted again, reorienting, their massive forms adjusting to face the incoming threat. I felt it then, a subtle tug behind my eyes, not pain, not a command. Awareness. Like standing at the center of a conversation too large to hear all at once.