Transformers: Fall Of Cybertron Autobot Soldier นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I’m just thankful that we are still your mates, I was worried that things would end up being different with you not being a fallen.” I shook my head in shock. “What’s a fallen?” “They were angels in past lives and they’re used as tools to combat demons. They’re extremely rare because they’re normally killed off but you had survived. Baby, what I’m telling you is the truth.” He said. “This is a bit much for me to digest honestly, I barely know any of you.” I told him. A fallen? What’s he going on about things being different? I’m so confused. “I made you fall in love with me once, I’ll do it again.” He approached me and I felt tingles, proving that we were mates. He rested his forehead on to

I no longer fear it, because he fears me more than I fear him. I have taken my shares of nips and nibbles from the litlings that run around the estates I have visited and I tell myself this is so no different. So I stand, and push my chest up, and make it clear that I was never afraid of him. “I won’t be tricked by your sweet-tasting honey, The Ray,” I shouted. “I’m stronger than you think!” I was not and all I can think about is tearing off his shirt and tearing into his neck.

Below, the soldiers shout in surprise and aim their weapons, but I quickly raise a shimmering shield of light around Clementine and myself, their bullets bouncing harmlessly away. "Clementine, we're going to be okay," I murmur to the little one, my resolve strengthening. I glance down to see Cynamon, now transformed into her majestic wolf form, ready to face the soldiers. Her powerful form is a blur of motion, her instincts and Zeva's spirit guiding her every move. The soldiers, realizing their weapons are useless against my shield, shift their focus to Cynamon. I hover above, heart pounding with worry for my friend, but trusting in her strength and the bond we share.

As the Sword Energy neared him, the copper coffin emitted a copper-colored radiance, resisting the fearsome strike and invisibly dissolving the Sword Energy. “What the heck is this thing? It’s so powerful!” Noel said, furrowing his brow in confusion. “Carson, why are you still standing there? Attack them!” Wyot’s voice came from afar. After receiving the order, Carson raised the spear and yelled, “Warriors, heed my orders! Charge into the Human Universe and annihilate all its inhabitants. Don’t spare even a single ant!” Carson took the lead, rushing forward with his spear, followed by the surge of soldiers behind him.

They moved to the next across the battlefield one road at a time until they finally found another team of Alphas. This one had a fireman working at the floor. The Alphas surrounded him with guns at the ready and one extra person. Tom signaled and his men fired. The spare Alpha extended his hand and electricity shot forth. It hit the power armor, powering it up. The Alphas drew back in surprise as the power armor hummed with renewed energy. It deflected the bullets back at the Alphas. They dipped and dived away while his men shot. Tom smiled.

Geoffrey yelled. “No, we can't just leave them,” Robbert said, gritting his teeth. He growled angrily, then charged toward a group of rogues attacking one of his soldiers. He leaped off the ground and shifted into his human form, then dropped toward a rogue with a heavy blow. He slammed his fist into the rogue's head, instantly destroying its skull in anger. He grabbed another by the neck and snapped its back bone with his knee. Robbert ravaged through the rogue forces, tearing them apart limb from limb until his entire body was covered in blood.

Every voice went quiet. Atlas stood taller than any man there, his body marked by scars and metal, his eyes glowing faintly like burning coal. One soldier dropped to his knees. “That’s not possible,” he whispered. Atlas looked around calmly. Then he spoke. “Put your weapons down.” Some soldiers obeyed instantly, fear breaking their training. Others raised their guns. That was their last mistake. Atlas moved faster than Maria thought possible. He didn’t kill them. He disarmed them. Guns bent. Vehicles flipped. Concrete cracked under his hands.

One of the leaders spun, drawing his sword and decapitating the soldier across from him with a clean strike. The controlled soldiers surged forward, clashing with the rest. Augus took a few steps back, hiding behind his puppets, a twisted grin playing at the corners of his lips as he watched the atrocity unfold. The soldiers he controlled didn’t fight with more skill or speed, but they fought without hesitation – without fear. The soldier, who had severed another’s head, lost his forearm in a brutal attack from two rivals. Blood poured from the wound, but he didn’t falter. He lunged forward, tearing into his attacker’s neck with savage claws.

he urged, pulling Alex to safety as the enemy closed in around them. In a moment of selfless sacrifice, Sergeant O'Connor shielded Alex from the brunt of the enemy's fury, his final words a testament to their shared bond forged in the crucible of war. "Make me proud, Alex," he whispered, his voice barely a whisper as he slipped away, leaving Alex alone amidst the carnage. Amidst the chaos of battle, Alex's scream pierced the air, a primal roar of unleashed fury. His eyes blazed a fiery crimson, the telltale sign of his werewolf nature unleashed. Razor-sharp nails extended from his fingers, ready to rend and tear with lethal precision.

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.