Transformers Blurr Armada Novels & Stories

Damon POV “She’s out there again.” I didn’t even look up from my report. “Out where?” My beta, Caden, sounded bitter. Angry. “The training grounds. East clearing.” “She’s blind,” he added flatly. “But she’s out there, moving like she isn’t.” I set the report down. “And?” “She’s… fast. Too fast. You should see it for yourself.” That piqued my interest. I stood, stretching the stiffness out of my shoulders. “Fine. Let’s go.”

“I freed them.” Sera couldn’t look away from her. “They were people. And you turned them into monsters.” Mira’s smile didn’t fade. “So dramatic. You think monsters are made? No, darling. They’re chosen.” The next wave surged. Adrian took down two, but one clawed his shoulder, blood sprayed. He snarled and elbowed it back, but he was slowing. Sera reached for the blade at her thigh a gift from Lira. She’d never used it. Never needed to.

Thousands of hidden, micro-plasma turrets emerged from the armored plating. They didn't fire blindly. Guided by Harper's perfect, Architect-enhanced mind, the turrets unleashed a flawless, intersecting grid of cyan laser fire. It was a massacre in the void. Thousands of golden wings were clipped simultaneously. The swarm was instantly decimated, giving the exhausted Vanguard mechs the breathing room they desperately needed. [The Desperate Measure] Back on the bridge, the High Executioner was losing. Its armor was shattered. One of its arms hung limply at its side, the joints crushed by Sebastian's ruthless assault. The King of Wall Street was systematically dismantling a god.

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.

"I will take the defiance out of you in the first bedding. Come over here now and I may go easier on you." I don't wait. This is it. I quickly charge separating the space between us. I bring the halberd down as hard as I can. He's tall and it slices through his upper arm. I hit bone, but it upsets me that I didn't remove the appendage. I spin while lifting the halberd again. Sarn catches the upper pole where it meets the blade and stops my swing. I've already slipped a blade from my arm sheath and I jam it as hard as I can into his stomach.

The once serene forest was transformed into a battleground, the air thick with the stench of fear and decay. Liam and Xal'dar stood side by side, their bodies humming with the residual energy of their transformation. They were no longer just men; they were guardians, protectors of a world on the brink. With a grim determination, they raised their hands, their bodies beginning to glow with a soft, ethereal light.

He laid there, gasping for breath, his blue eyes now black. “l-lend m-m-me your p-power” he rattled, before digging a hand into my now black fur. His black eyes started to weep; thick, black liquid coursing down his cheeks. I moved to let him stand; the bullets from Slasher and her friend useless now that the darkness over my fur was protecting me. They could do nothing as we went to defend Torch. Trauma wrapped a hand around Torch’s burning, bleeding arm and seemed to absorb the power from it.

an upbeat tune sprang from a nearby armory, a service bot’s eyes shone as bright as the sun directing the two towards the ammo dump. “Hello Tommy” groaned Frank, the drone was obnoxious. “What should I set you up with sir? Let me guess, Fusion cutters? Lightning guns? How about a .75 cal puncher gun?” “Just scan what I have Tommy!” Frank reacted, the bot having some modicum of emotions programmed into its being attempted a sad look, as it loaded the arbiter with the necessary load out.

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.

With a thought, James appeared behind the Boundless Pagoda and blocked the Demonic Compass’ attack. Then, one of Mekaisto’s clones appeared beside James. James activated the Blithe Omniscience and left the area just in time. The moment James reappeared somewhere else, one of Mekaisto’s clones materialized and attacked James. Before James could react, his arm took a hit from the Demonic Compass. Blood splattered, and his arm was gone. James used his power to heal his injuries. His amputated arm was immediately restored. In the formation, three of Mekaisto’s clones were being attacked endlessly. By now, they were riddled with wounds.