Transformers Hunt For The Decepticons Novels & Stories

It sounded like a swarm of angry hornets. Red laser lights swept across the wet walls. "Positions!" Jackson ordered. He stood directly in front of the medical tent, holding a pump-action shotgun. The first Searcher emerged from the darkness. It looked like a metallic squid floating in the air, armed with razor-sharp tentacles and a red sensor eye. SCREECH. It saw them. It signaled the swarm. Dozens of Searchers poured into the station. "Now, Alex!" Jackson shouted. Alex threw the live wire into the flooded section of the track.

The intense urge to catch her was strong but he couldn't do that at the sacrifice of his men. "YOU MOTHERF*CKERS! GREET YOUR FATHER," Hunter snarled, charging at them. Both of his claws extended out as he slashed one of the men. Instead of tossing his body away, he ripped his insides out as blood spurts on his face but he was smiling. The looks on the faces of his enemies were magnificent. They looked terrified. Hunter's men shifted into their wolf form as they lunged at the enemies. Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number.

"They didn't use explosives. They used a Molecular Dissolver. The High Council has deployed the Omega-Hunter Squads. They’re not shifters. They’re biological void-masks. No pulse. No scent. They’ve been calibrated to your specific marrow-frequency." The Ear-Ringing tinnitus in my head reached a deafening crescendo. I hit the stairs at a dead run, my boots striking the silver mercury on the floor with a sound like hammers on glass. I reached the nursery wing. The heavy reinforced doors were no longer there—they had been reduced to a fine, shimmering dust that hung in the air like a burial shroud. Inside, three Omega-Hunters stood amidst Leo’s discarded toys. They were towering husks of matte-

I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense. “The kills, they weren’t all vampires. Most of them were other hunters. I think this one is on the run from his own. But the fact he’s gotten this deep into the territory has Ductus Toño on edge, sending his men looking for him.” Diana explained. A hunter being hunted by his own? Well, shit, what could he have done to cross his people? Mistake one of a supernatural creature? It’s still not adding up. And honestly, beyond adding avoid the hunter to my list, I don’t see a reason to care.

"But get the medic-vans ready. If Evan is using the 'One Thought Transformation' technique he stole from the archives, this isn't going to be a clean arrest. It’s going to be a massacre." Suddenly, the sky outside turned a bruised purple, clouds and fog rolling in off the mountains. A low, howling sound echoed through the vents of the building—a sound that wasn't human, and certainly wasn't a standard wolf. "He's here," I said, grabbing my silver scalpel. "The hunt has officially begun."

Cracks spider-webbed through the stone where the sound hit. "F**k! My ears!" Zack scrambled for his rifle, his gloved fingers fumbling against the trigger guard. "Those Astro-Droids are tracking our heat signatures. They’re not just shooting; they’re hunting." "Spread out! Shadow Guard, flank left!" Victor roared. He didn't wait for a response. He pushed off the ground, a single kick sending him soaring fifteen feet through the thin atmosphere. In mid-air, his skin rippled. The White Alpha burst forward, fur erupting like jagged ice. He landed on the head of a hovering droid, his claws shearing through the titanium casing. Sparks showered the dust. The machine wailed—a high-pitched frequency

They turned back toward the landing craft, their blades glowing with the same white heat that was currently incinerating my own nerves. ​I walked out of the Hub and onto the main observation deck. The Scrapyard was a vision of hell. Three Harvester Dropships, which were massive, tripod-like structures, had slammed into the valley floor, their legs crushing the historical archives of the old world into powder. From their bellies, swarms of Seekers were pouring out. They were small, multi-legged constructs designed to harvest biological matter, and they were moving toward the civilian sectors with a terrifying, silent speed. ​“You came to the wrong world,” I said. My voice was amplified by the

"We're being hunted. If we're caught, they'll use it as proof that Austin was wrong about us." "Then we won't get caught," Hope said firmly. "Austin trusted us when he had every reason to fear us. Rosemary chose transformation to save us all. We owe them more than we can ever repay." Renewal placed a hand on Hope's shoulder. "What do you need us to do?" Hope smiled, her form solidifying with purpose. "We're going to hunt a different kind of prey. Not void creatures or cosmic threats, but something far more dangerous." "What's that?" Growth asked.

FeatureData PointThreat Level MaterialLiquid Carbon-Mercury IsotopeExtreme (Self-Repairing) MetabolismKinetic & Thermal AbsorptionHigh (Harder to hit, stronger it gets) CommunicationSub-Quantum EntanglementAbsolute (Zero Latency) The Hunt: The Starlight Squad Lucian and Isabella led the first containment team, dubbed the Starlight Squad. They weren't just soldiers; they were "Bio-Technical Trackers." Alongside them were the "Accelerant" Mimics, who could sense the sub-quantum hum of the shards before they materialized. "We can't use kinetic rounds," Lucian warned, his boots splashing through a silver-filmed puddle in the New York subway. "If you break them, they just become smaller, faster h