Transformers Blurr G1 Novels & Stories

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.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Next morning Luke My head hurt, it felt like the ceiling was spinning and I saw everything in a blurred way, not being sure where I was. I sighed and ran my hand over my head as I lifted my torso, then I felt the silky fur on my face and when I opened my eyes I saw the huge irises of my little dog staring at me, checking to see if she was alive. I was startled and sighed. I must have been used to it by now, as she always did this, but it was difficult to be indifferent.

I can feel the tension and despair coming off of them, engulfing and strangling my senses. Gray puts a hand on the top of my head, undoubtedly sensing what I’m currently feeling. He rubs my head reassuringly. It usually makes me feel better, and this time it kind of does too, but doesn’t ease all of the worry out of my head. I exhale a long breath, hoping that in doing so it makes him feel a little better. The fact that he has the ability to make me feel better. Even just a little. “Alazaer will explain more,” Bo says. “He’s waiting for us.”

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

It traveled the ten feet between the car and Sam’s chest in a single, blurring leap. --- ### The Digital Infection Sam swiped at the air, trying to knock the grey figure away, but the Blank Slate caught his sleeve. As soon as its "Hands" touched the fabric, the cloth began to turn **Grey**. The color drained out of Sam’s hoodie, turning into a flat, low-resolution texture. "My arm!" Sam yelled. "I can't feel my arm!" "It's 'Optimizing' him!" I realized with horror. "If it touches his skin, it’ll turn him into a 'Static Asset'!"

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

I declared, my voice a cold, unwavering command. The air crackled with tension as we circled each other, our blades gleaming in the dim light of the chamber. Despite his skill and determination, the beta was no match for the relentless fury that burned within me. With each strike, each parry, I felt the primal power surging through my veins, a force beyond comprehension.

Unfortunately for John, he met Caspian, the Ferocious Tiger. "You and what army?" Caspian snorted loudly, and his eyes were cold as he used the Ursa Major's Blurred Shadows. Since he received the founder's blessings, Caspian's Ursa Major's Blurred Shadows was refined significantly. Now that he showcased it, his footwork had a sense of indescribable elegance and chicness. Although Caspian was only moving between a few square meters, the Ursa Major's Blurred Shadows seemed to be constantly changing, and it was impossible to know where Caspian was at.

The ground beneath them was saturated with blood and strewn with the corpses of both innocent children and adults alike. Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Beta Dexter was having a nice cameo. He and his fellow governing council members were also mesmerized by my chants. They were also filled with a violent desire, turning on each other with their eyes glowing and their bodies covered in fur. They snarled and howled, giving in to their primal instincts, before feasting on each other.