Transformers Blurr Armada Novels & Stories

“She told me to hit her with the elemental gun, she said her armor was impenetrable!” “Don’t worry, I have medics at the ready...” the Dean reassured her, when the girl, surrounded by her own blood, blinked, and raised her head up. “Woah...” she said, shaking her head. “That was some hit!” She looked at her bloody chest and at the big hole that exposed her flawless brown skin underneath. “I guess... my Armour worked...?” she asked, uncertain of herself. “Yes, it was just a flesh wound,” Benette assured her as he helped her up.

"My father got this on my 18th birthday. Champions are different from the first-generation Mobile Armor. They're the true combat Mobile Armors. They were with the Turmann family for countless years. Those Mobile Armors created after Champions were just some soulless broken pieces. They were tall. But they can only be controlled remotely. Humans can't enter those Mobile Armors. Thus, synesthesia systems don't exist for those Mobile Armors. They're just a bunch of meaningless machines."

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

The soldiers only saw a blur. He slid under the creature's paralyzed arm, his hand shooting out to grip its throat. His fingers, empowered by his Alpha bloodline, sank into the tough hide as if it were clay. He felt the unnatural sinew and bone beneath. He didn't just choke it; he asserted his dominance directly into its corrupted essence.

I just stare blankly at him, spots have formed around my vision and I'm trying so hard, but as the spots join together darkness fills my head. I hear voices all around me, my body feels like it's laying on a bed of marshmellows and I drift back out. "I've never seen anything like it, Luna is tough that's for sure Alpha." Who's voice is that, I don't know that voice and who is Luna? I listen and hear Braddock, "I had no idea the extent of her injuries," he sounds pissed, "what kind of sick bastards do that to a woman." Okay now I get it, someone named Luna has gotten hurt, but the other guy says she's tough so I'm sure she'll be okay.

"Get out. Now. We have evidence she is planning violence. Real violence. She has purchased weapons, made threats, wired money to people with criminal records." "That is not true," Elena said, clearly hearing Morrison through the phone. "I have not—" The door burst open. Armed men rushed in. Not FBI. Not police. Mercenaries. And leading them was someone I never expected. Camilla LaRue. She smiled at both of us, holding a gun. "Hello, ladies. Did you really think you were the only ones planning revenge?"

He reaches for my arm, the silver-dusted shackles swinging toward my skin. "Don't touch her!" Clyde roars. The transformation is instantaneous. Clyde’s frame expands, his shirt shredding as the Shadow Alpha erupts, a mountain of black fur and snarling teeth. The mercenaries tighten their fingers on the triggers, the high-frequency hum of their rifles rising to a deafening pitch. "Clyde, stop!"

I looked back up to Adrian who now wore a grin showing fangs. "It was your voice Adrian?" The voice once again came "Yes, not that this should be shocking with who Blair is." I gave her a look of questioning, "You lent him your gifts?" "Nothing like that. I just taught him how to amplify a skill he already had." I watched as there hands where intertwined I felt anger boil up in my chest. Noel's hand hitting my leg again, "Bad Daddy!" I looked down at her face contorted in anger her hands clenched as to be ready to strike me. I picked her up, "It looks like we have a warrior on our hands." I said towards Blair who was now in the arms of Trax asleep.

If his hunch is right, this is the god's doings since it is in his power to control dreams and manipulate reality after all. The screen flickered before revealing the other person. A boxy smile. A pair of bright, amused eyes. Dirty blonde hair. And a familiar clothing consisting of a brown sweater with blue vest. Like an art student. Yeojoon's eyes widened in recognition while Morpheus laughed. Damon stayed silent and thoroughly confused as his liege's voice rang through the four walls of the office. "It's you?!"

"This round would determine who will be the next trid commander and claim the honor as the most fierce warrior in our legion. We have Tavor Sedan going against Vinch Amdra, let the best win." Soon the fight began, Amdra is still angry that Tavor defeated him in the first batch, he shape shifted into a dark brown Accorm then roared at his opponent. Tavor waited awhile glaring at his opponent, making plans, he knows Amdra is aggressive but not smart, he needed to make a smart move, it's now or never. One step back and he shifted to a gray Accorm, he grazed his paws on the sand and growled low but deeply.