Transformers Blurr G1 Novels & Stories

“Not scavengers. Engineers.” Blade scanned the implants with his wrist reader. “No local signature. This tech’s not ours, not any pack’s. Looks… military.” “Black Sun?” I asked. He hesitated. “Their old design language, yeah—but upgraded. Cleaner. Smarter.” Ghost grimaced. “Guess someone picked up their scraps after we burned them down.” I leaned closer to the dying wolf. Its eye flickered—one blue, one red. For a heartbeat, I thought I saw recognition there. Then its jaw opened in a twitching rictus, and the voice that came out wasn’t its own.

Turning back to face the man, Rex did what he was told, watching the man carefully, he had the same body language like he was speaking to someone, his hand extended as if to shake another and turned back toward where his corpse was a moment ago, and within a few steps of his final resting place, his face turned into pure fear as a blur blew past him and large gashes on his torso appeared staggering the man, after looking down at the bleeding wounds he looked up painfully as the blur from earlier blew past once more and the gashes appeared, horribly disfiguring his face and he lay on his back, in the same position as his corpse. “Strange indeed, but it seems my earlier suggestions bear fruit,

The figure had simply vanished, its physical body turning into a cloud of thick, cold smoke that reformatted itself ten feet away on top of a rusted electrical transformer box. Silas and Marcus took positions behind the mouth of the alley, their weapons opening fire in a tight, synchronized defensive pattern. Silas’s heavy caliber sniper rifle barked with a deafening, flat report that echoed through the narrow lane like a gunshot in a closed room. The silver-tipped rounds struck the shadow on the transformer box directly in the center of its indigo mask, but the bullet didn't draw blood. It passed through the black mist like it was nothing more than chimney smoke, striking the metal box behi

a security enforcer shouted, his voice amplified by a megaphone. The girl snapped her head around. A heavily armored, matte-black rogue transit carriage—a high-powered vehicle used to transport captured border beasts for the advanced combat classes—was speeding down the pedestrian path. Its thrusters were sputtering violently, smoking and sparking as the driver lost control of the steering mechanism. The heavy vehicle swerved wildly, heading directly toward the exact spot where Camilla was standing. Distracted and typing furiously on her tablet, Camilla remained completely oblivious to the multi-ton metal beast roaring toward her.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Gregory showed me once. "Look there," G-4ce said. "It's like keeping your house's front door under a stone in the garden. And a lot of guys do it with them where they can get it." At the staircase, there is a dark wooden table with scale models of two of Da Vinci’s inventions: his armoured vehicle and helicopter. The key is in the armoured vehicle's hull. I take it out carefully.

said Hazel. Squad 105 have no words when realizing the hidden power of their weapons. “Unlike other weapon, GRD-class and GLT-class are the only weapon that can transform Plasma Blade and Rail Gun at once.” Said Stevan. “This bow was made from two Plasma Blade … is it called a bow?” said Dallas. “Off course a bow, you still shooting arrows from it. But if you add Rail Gun while releasing your Encoded Weapon, it will change to crossbow.” Said Lucas.

I turned to the plush mobile hanging over the center of the room—a cluster of soft, felt clouds and stars Damian had chosen himself. It looked innocent. The kind of thing an expectant father buys when he’s pretending he isn't a monster. I reached up and pinched the largest star. It was soft, filled with batting, but as my thumb pressed against the center, I felt it. A hard, microscopic grain. A shape that didn't belong in a child’s toy. I pulled the Phantom Blade from my hair—the backup needle I’d kept hidden after Damian took the primary. I sliced into the felt. A micro-transmitter tumbled into my palm, smaller than a grain of rice. It was matte white, a piece of Bio-Genesis bone-tech that

As he began disassembling it and reached the motherboard, Luna, supposed to be off, suddenly grabbed his wrist. Trevor, wide-eyed, watched as the Shiny Egg's limbs stretched, transforming from a 1.2m dwarf to a normal adult height. Luna, with a twist of its mechanical arm, made the worker scream in pain. Trevor, utterly stunned, didn't even notice the water splashed on him. 'What on earth is that? A transformer?' In defense mode, Luna released the worker's hand, turned to Trevor, and moved toward him. Snatching the bottle from Trevor's hand, it crushed it with its mechanical fingers. Just as Luna was about to strike Trevor, he snapped out of it and fled.