Transformers Hunt For The Decepticons Novels & Stories

The ground trembled beneath the weight of their combined strength. Alpha Chul, satisfied with their readiness, initiated the next phase. He telepathically linked with the drivers of the vehicles, commanding them to halt their cars. Responding instantly to his command, the engines fell silent, and the cars came to a sudden stop. With a swift motion, Alpha Chul's mind linked with the warriors who possessed the ability to transform. In a dazzling display of power, those chosen warriors underwent a rapid metamorphosis, their bodies contorting and reshaping until they resembled majestic wolves.

Jaxon's POV The hunters broke. Not all at once, but in waves. First the ones at the back, the newest recruits who'd signed up thinking they'd be heroes protecting humanity. They dropped their weapons, the silver powder that used to be guns still coating their hands, and backed toward the exits. Then the veterans, the ones who'd hunted supernaturals for years. Even they couldn't stand against Maya's transformed presence. She radiated power like the sun radiated light, impossible to ignore, impossible to resist.

And he didn’t need someone else to tell him that he shouldn’t allow that thing near him. A long red horn was protruding from Abe’s forehead, and several spikes grew along his armored scales and made him look like a majestic porcupine warrior. Abe had gotten much better at controlling his transformation. And that could be seen from the way his hands and feet remained unchanged. His nails didn’t become claws, neither did his legs grow into hind feet. For he could control the rate and level of transformation now. His eyes peered into Breaker’s body with scrutiny as he revealed yet another of his cards.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

After a few minutes, I plunge into her one final time, letting my cock pulse inside her with my release. “Clean yourself up and then be waiting on the bed for me when I return.” She just nods. I redress and head to my study. When I enter, I seem him sitting in front of my desk, he looks nervous and I can smell the fear on him. He’s not even trying to hide it. “Well… how close is the lead hunter to death?” “Sir, I’ve come to learn he been stored… completely.” What? Restored? How can this be. I have worked too long for this plan to fail.

Vance whispered, his voice shaking as he stood near the core transformer console. His synthetic jaw-ports weren't flickering with their usual steady amber anymore; they were completely dead, dark holes in his skin that looked like old bullet wounds. He didn't have his data-slate, but he didn't need it. Ten feet away, the heavy ceramic cooling tubes lining the master panel—the ones we had just slaved to the frozen constructs of the Zinc Vanguard—suddenly stopped weeping their green grease. The internal copper coils didn't spark; they simply went cold, the gentle violet hum of our open-source distribution grid dying instantly into a terrifying, hollow silence.

Quinn and Marcus pinned me to my feet, but my chest was heaving so hard I could barely breathe. "What is going on?" I shrieked, my voice cracking with pure terror as I looked up at the stage. "Where is my baby?!" "We are launching an immediate, full-scale search party!" Ford announced to the crowd, ignoring my cry as his alpha focus took over. "Every single warrior and scout will deploy into the northern woods right now. Shift into your wolf forms if you need to track the scent lines. We must find the Alpha heir fast!" The square exploded into movement. Within seconds, dozens of warriors began to violently shift, their bones cracking and changing shape as massive gray and brown wolves leaped

"I can't hold them all! I need support!" "I'm out of ammo for the turrets!" Jinx screamed. "Ren! They're leaking through!" Ren looked down. A group of stealthy Cultists—"Silencers"—had bypassed Tank and were sprinting toward the Data Core. They weren't attacking it with weapons. They were holding... devices. Glowing red spikes. "They're trying to corrupt the core!" Ren shouted. "They aren't destroying it—they're infecting it!" He activated Dead Eye. Six targets. Three seconds.

"Recover him." The command spreads through the creatures like a pulse. They scattered without hesitation. Some disappeared into shattered buildings. Others slipped into underground tunnels. Several climbed silently across ruined rooftops, vanishing into the night. Within moments, the streets were empty again. Only the unseen speaker remained. Far below the city, hidden behind walls untouched for generations, a single amber light flickered to life. Ancient machinery rumbled. Dust drifted from the ceiling. Somewhere deep beneath the ruins, something impossibly old had awakened. And for the first time in centuries it had begun to hunt.

I hollered as I shifted to hunt down the bastards. Carson quickly caught the first two and eliminated them. The stupid assholes had thought coming back together half a mile from the clearing was going to help them. We crept through the forest silently, searching for the last rogue. We scouted the forest for hours and had just picked up its scent when a frantic call echoed through the forest. We froze misstep, trying to pick it up again if it was uttered again. Moments later a low-pitched bird call followed by a rapid, stressful one. Fuck. We looked around anxiously. ‘Falcon, hunters are here. What do we do?’