Transformers Cybertronian Vehicles Novels & Stories

He grabbed the steering wheel and sharply steered the Rover past one of the pulsating towers. Suddenly a movement broke through the dense fog. It wasn't a little drone. A creature came out of the simmering mud, was so powerful that the steel lungs were acting like a toy. It looked like a mutated millet composed of the hull of an old plasma U- Boats and countless, soundproofed polymer bees. The sensors at its Head glowed red through the toxic fog. The thing pulled out an ear-powdering, electronic scream, which the discs to vibrate our cabin.

, he said, shaking his head and leaving me there. When we got to the parking lot, everyone was staring at a particular vehicle, a cyber truck which stood tall amidst other vehicles. “ Wow, who the hell drove that to school?” Bryan asked as we both observed the vehicle like the others. “ A relative of Elon Musk who is secretly schooling here without our knowledge”, I said and we both laughed at the comment. As we got closer to the parking lot and while I tried to scan the vehicles there to find Basil, the cyber truck opened, and toy surprise, or rather, bewilderment, Hazel stepped out of the cyber truck.

CRUNCH. A massive Titan-Class Droid stepped through the breach. It was twelve feet of reinforced steel and hydraulic rage, armed with a rotary cannon. "Target: The Hackers," The Titan’s synthesized voice boomed. "No!" Aurora threw a telekinetic shield up, but the Titan’s mass was too great. It smashed through her shield with a casual backhand, sending Aurora flying into a server rack. "Aurora!" Kael screamed. He charged the Titan, risking his life to jam his electrified baton into its knee joint.

Dante’s hand tightened on my chair. A silent finally. “We’re going to war like Dante goes to war,” I continued. “Forward. Reckless. Brutal. No subtlety is dead.” Voronin’s grin was slow and vicious. He unzipped the duffel and rolled out blueprints of six custom vehicles. “Meet my children,” he said proudly. Three GAZ Tigr chassis, up-armored to withstand .50 cal, fitted with roof-mounted RPG-30 launchers and twin PKP belts.

In a flash they spread out, wings flashing electricity, the group watching from above forgotten, Obiora was right, this is what they do best. Binta worked her body into a blur, blitzed forward to meet the charging machines and dropped the first set of drones in a blast of electricity as Obiora charged the group of giant robots pounding the first in line into matchwood and then hurled the ruined metal unto it's mates. Babybaby leapt on Shettima’s back as he rendered both of them intangible while a cyborg cat leaping for them crashed through them against another cat Orchid had frozen into popsicle.

Silence descended on Sector 7, broken only by the low, idling hum of the Behemoth's micro-fusion reactor. Torque walked up beside Ren, his mouth hanging open, his combat shotgun forgotten in his hands. He looked at the massive, unstoppable Vanguard execution machine sitting peacefully in their courtyard. "You didn't," Torque whispered in absolute awe. Ren reached into his coat and pulled out his datapad. The screen updated, showing a massive new icon under his command network. NEW VEHICLE ACQUIRED: VANGUARD BEHEMOTH (SIEGE CLASS). OWNER: WRAITH. Ren looked at the cyborg warlord. The bruise on Ren's face was dark, and he looked like he hadn't slept in a week, but his eyes burned with the fire

She turned back to me once more before reaching the door. “Thank you for the tour,” she said lightly, voice mocking and polite at once. I didn’t respond. Her heels clicked softly as she exited. The bell over the gallery door didn’t ring. I waited. Gave it a few seconds. Then I moved to the far window and watched. That’s when I saw it. The street outside, quiet just a moment ago, had transformed. A convoy. Not just any convoy. Six vehicles. Midnight black. Coated in reflective magic that shimmered under streetlights like glass water. Each one long, armored, smooth and purring low with engine pulses that no ordinary human ear would notice.

Then, just as the armored truck crossed the sensor line, Michael pressed the trigger. A deafening blast tore through the street. Fire erupted, throwing metal and concrete in every direction. Jessica sprinted forward through the smoke, weapon raised, heart pounding. The first guard fell before he even turned. The second shouted a warning silenced by Romeo's shot from above. But as the dust settled, a low mechanical hum echoed through the air. Jessica froze. From the center of the wrecked convoy, the armored truck's back doors blew open and what stepped out wasn't human. A towering exosult, black and gleaming, powered by a core that pulsed like living fire.

Brighton's car into the air and in the blink of an eye it pulled its leg back in and the portal disappeared. Just then another portal opened right in front of the car and the chasen walked out of it and seeing it right there in the beam of the one headlight that was still on, Det. Brighton's heart almost stopped beating. It was the killer alien cyborg and it had come for him. It gave a quiet growl and then started approaching the car as inside he unbuckled his seat belt and extended his arm to the back seat to grab his shot gun and began to load shells into it, or at least try to, he kept on dropping them from shaking too much.

Venus announced her instructions with a friendly, bubbly tone in her digitized, human-like voice. Amy had to let go of her husband’s hand once again, placing her hands on the flight steering column. She pulled up on the steering column when she thought the Camaro’s undercarriage was about to scrape the roof of a tractor-trailer. She released a quick scream and cursed under her breath after narrowly missing the truck’s trailer. Amy heard and felt the muscle car’s four quantum energy thrusters pulsating under the driver’s seat. The quantum energy thrusters replaced the Camaro’s four Goodyear Racing Performance tires.