Transformers G1 Frenzy Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

she roars mind linking everyone her voice could easy strike fear in the strongest supernatural but turns me on. Trent falls to his knee screaming in pain as each bone break one by one. His body bends and snaps into it new form as white and golden fur cover his body and he stands in front of Rona, He isn't as large as Rona and not a muscular but still larger then a normal tiger even Zeus.

She is mine. Gideon, though, is not caving in. His fangs tighten and his eyes flash with fury. "Never again." There is silence for a minute. The air seems to thicken, and for a brief second the earth itself seems to be holding its breath. Then Gideon and I experience different transformations. His hand hanging on my arm and his body exuding warmth next to me suggest that we are about to do something. Something permanent. I should forward myself. I want to burrow into him and let him help me to let the tension eat at me. But I'm not able to.

“They’ve abandoned confined routes. No tunnels. No basements. They’re moving above ground. Open routes only.” Silence followed. Not reaction. Calculation. “Who?” the larger one asked. “All six,” Ghast said. “The injured male remains mobile. The woman with medical training is maintaining function. The young swordsman is aggressive and unpredictable. The girl with the Greek blade fights efficiently—no wasted motion. The quiet woman controls spacing and movement. The three-headed animal tracks distance better than trained units.” “And the Guardian?” the larger one asked. “No escalation,” Ghast said. “No transformation. She’s holding.”

She is not pack like Finn or Dax, she is not true. My knees buckle. A growl tears out of my chest before I can stop it, low and feral vibrating with threat, gasp ripple through the hall. Someone swears. Someone else says my name sharply, Ronan, maybe but the sound is stretched and it's wavy in my ears. There's a moment where my body stops answering me. Hands curling, claws growing, fangs aching, pressure building behind his eyes. Then , the world is black, as Fenrir wins the fight and gets behind the wheels.

With a graceful and deliberate motion, she flicked her fingers toward the animal. In the blink of an eye, Brand's form transformed. Where a wolf had sat, an imposing figure now stood, impressive muscles flexing beneath the taut canvas of his skin. The air seemed to crackle with the energy of the sudden transformation. As Ulfhild beheld him, her mouth in a perfect 'O' of shock, his every sinew seemed to pulse with power. It wasn't merely the impressive physique that commanded her attention, though, it was the presence that radiated from him, an aura of intensity that dared anyone to challenge him.

"Certainly, you can," Ewan quickly replied, sending a message before asking, "And what about the second issue?" "Frenzy poison!" Gideon revealed. Ewan's expression tensed as he pondered. Being highly astute, he questioned, "My young friend, have you been afflicted by the frenzy poison? No, that can't be right. "You've developed the Solar Titan Physique, which means you could overcome such a poison. So, is it your friend who has been poisoned?"

NAME: Frederick Fulbright AGE: 15 HEALTH POINTS: 750 RACE: Zandorian (100%) BLOODLINE: Gale Emperor (Incomplete) BLOODLINE RANK: Rank 9 LEVEL: Mortal Stage 8 (Level 28.29) POWER LEVEL: 80,750 WIELDER TYPE: Energy Wielder SPECIALTY: Speed and Intelligence GLOWS: Gale Kick BREATH: Master Artificer “I have a breath?” Frederick asked, amazed by what he was seeing. “Yep” Mane nodded. It was something Mane had realized some time back, but he hadn’t put much emphasis on it until a recent conversation with his disciple – Aegeus.

Looking through the large window, she saw an hotel across the parking lot, which she could easily set up in, but the random movement of people in the room meant that there a likelyhood that she would be obstructed while trying to hit her mark. “We’re raising the entry f*e for the third round to three hundred dollars.” The commentator announced. Surprisingly, Kimberly was still in the game, despite paying little attention to what was going on in front of her. She counted an extra hundred dollars worth of chips and pushed it across the board, just as the other three players had done. If she was to do a perfect job, she’ll have to make her shot when her target was still in the parking lot, whic

His hazel-blue eyes were flared into a fierce, molten gold, radiating a suffocating Alpha aura that made the security guards stationed along the tunnel walls keep their distance in reflexive fear. "First match is Team Bloodsight," Agnes said, her voice calm and analytical over the booming bass of the arena speakers. "Gargan is a six-foot-six heavy-tier shifter with a brute force kinetic core. His Keeper, Silas, uses high-frequency neural relays to force Gargan's muscles past normal Alpha tolerances."