Transformers Makeshift の小説・ストーリー

“Transformer.” I squinted. “Max, you have twenty-three Transformers. We counted yesterday.” “But this one’s different!” Max quickly countered. “That one was a truck. This one... is also a truck. But it’s gray! And it can fly. Maybe.” “Maybe?” Max nodded confidently. “It has wings! I saw on G****e. And I still don’t have the Christmas edition Bumblebee that sings! If I don’t get it... the world will be unbalanced. And I won’t be able to save humanity from destruction.”

That money was a courtship gift from Grayson. "Miss Ember, are you sure you want to purchase this forest? If you buy it and move in, it'll be nearly impossible to contact the outside world." The pack staff member handling the paperwork looked utterly confused. I nodded, my voice carrying a hint of relief: "That's exactly what I want—somewhere no one can find me." But before I could even finish the paperwork, a black Maybach suddenly screeched to a halt in front of me. The door flew open, and Grayson strode toward me. His fingertips were pale, and when he grabbed my wrist his touch was gentle but carried barely noticeable panic: "Ember, come with me quickly, Victoria she..."

I was afraid of yelling for help again because I didn't know what, or who, was in this god forsaken place. I heard the sound of thunder and saw a flash of lightening and then the rain poured down, washing away the mud from the sheet, which was acting as a makeshift dress. I was completely wet and colder than I was before. It would be a miracle if I got out of this alive. I continued walking. Then came the sound of voices and I saw a flashlight. I hid behind a tree as three huge guys walked past me with rifles on their shoulders and big bags on their backs.

I said with enthusiasm. He holds my waist gentle as he helps me to walk inside, “yes, you are right. After decades it keep standing as shield of our pack. Welcome to our house and family, Amanda.” He whispers as we see the old-fashioned wooden house yet its look extravagant. This new place, new people around me, I don’t know what to feel. I become like a new version of myself and ready to start a new life without a problem. “The money you received from him will automatically paid your balanced debt, some of it already paid by my grandpa so this really is the start of your new life.” It was like a dream, William keep saying the words new life, start for a better life.

I see Alpha Alex nod at a few of his men to attempt to follow. I immediately shift and run into the house throwing on a pair of shorts tied to my leg. I began searching because I did not see any sign of her outside. This was our home and should still be our home. I am furious that they would defile it like this. It’s in such bad shape parts of it falling apart and burned. There are holes in the walls and walls missing all together. Parts of the roof have caved in and I can’t help the tears that prick my eyes. I run room to room in the pack house. I hesitate and take a deep breath before I enter my old room. I growl at the smell of rogue. Of course the rogue wasn’t still there but it pissed m

The Trench of the Discarded For the next four hours, a miracle of desperation unfolded. Shifters who could no longer shift worked side by side with humans who had been their enemies just a day before. They used the wreckage of the Aethelgard towers to build barricades. Sarah taught the shifters how to use kinetic-slug rifles; Roric showed the "Glitches" how to track movement in the dark using old pack-hunting formations. They were building the Trench of the Discarded.

There were at least seven men in military uniform from what I could see, and each one of them was standing look out or trying to keep her parents away from Myah. “Have you guys got a place to hide?” Cecilia suddenly asks, “Yeah, in the woods next to the dairy farm, you know the one?” Axel responds. She nods, “I’m going to need to borrow it, I’ll meet you there. Axel, can you demonstrate your phasing to me?” It seemed like an odd request given the nearby presence, but he does so anyway by putting his hand through the fence and back again. “Okay, thanks, you two run.” Cecilia runs off to the opposite side of the street and miraculously jumps over a high fence using the side of a house wall to

and artificial sugar. "Welcome to the **'Vance Legacy: Origins'**," the voice chirped. "A fresh, exciting take on a classic character! We’ve 'Re-Imagined' the struggle to be more 'Marketable' for a younger demographic!" "No," I gasped, clutching my head as a sharp, high-pitched frequency began to hum in the air. I looked at the rebels behind me. The knight’s rusted armor began to turn into shiny, gold-plated plastic. The cybernetic assassin’s lethal blades were replaced by "Glow-Sticks." Even Fenris... his grey, battle-scarred fur began to turn into a soft, cartoonish blue.

EFFIGY We went to the barn. "A scarecrow doesn't fight," Martha lectured as she rummaged through a pile of scrap metal. "A scarecrow works on instinct. It tells the crow that there is a predator here. It projects fear." "The Dust Crows are constructs," Leo argued. "They don't feel fear." "They run on code," Martha said. "Code has avoidance protocols. If Danger > Reward, Abort." She threw a pile of junk at Leo’s feet. The carapace of a dead Giant Locust. A roll of star-metal wire. The torn chest-plate of an Ironwood Peacekeeper. A skull from a Hollow Man. "Build something," Martha ordered. "Make it ugly. Make it loud. And put a piece of yourself inside it." Leo looked at the pile. "You want

The "First Breach" was a sensory unweaving of the North’s foundations. As the "Abandoned Drafts"—the wolves made of "Redacted" static—poured through the black-and-gold door, the vibrant atmosphere of the "Unmapped" realm began to stutter. These were not the "Genesis Legion" or the "Mosaic" refugees. They were the "Scentless Echoes"—versions of the Blackwood and Thorne warriors who had been deleted during the Architects' various resets. They carried the "Ink" of their own cancellation like a terminal plague.