Transformers Makeshift Novels & Stories

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

He tossed the muffin across the ground and by the wrap, you could tell it was from a different store. We were in a different place, dimly lit like a lavish apartment and there was no Albert. Juat two other guys. Younger. And i had wandered who had given him a hand, clearing out the storage containers, it was them. He had his guys. Like minions but unlike before, in his hands was a longer gun. The kind i see with the swat. And that was what he repeatedly swung into my head before dropping some pills unto the ground. "Albert said this is for your disease. I don't want you contaminating anyone" He spat as i looked at the capriciously placed placebos he had dropped.

It creaked in his hands with every motion until he dropped it beside me with a heavy thud. “What is it?” he asked, rubbing his shoulder where the shift hadn’t fully settled. I squatted beside it, running my fingers over the bolts. “A makeshift bridge Vaan and the others made. Since we're not carrying an entire crew, we needed something like this.” “Fancy and all, but is it sturdy?” I kicked one of the joints. It didn’t budge. “I guess we'll find out soon enough.” We both dragged it forward, slotting one end into the rocky shelf. Nox gave it a firm shove with his boot. The other side extended — hinges unfolding — until it locked into place across the abyss.

Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird. In the process of trying to drive him away, they somehow ended up gravitating towards each other. Finding comfort in the unexpected company, deep secrets tumbling out in the middle of the night. The guy who got stranded for sightseeing was suddenly showing her perspectives she had never seen before. The girl who barely talks was suddenly telling him the things he needed to hear all his life. But at the end of the day, you should never ever trust a stranger. Soon the creature would enclose itself completely for the second time, never to be seen like that again. It was a period of transformation.

There was no legend left to them but the daily resurrection of want. They made the new home sturdy and crude, pavers set aslant in clay, polycarbonate roofing sweating at the cracks, every surface a testament to makeshift desperation and the mad optimism of another winter survived. Matty and Sisko and the rest took to sleeping early, huddled under looted mylar, but Xander and Carolina grew unruly in the dark.

It turns out, her enemies were using weapons made of witchcraft which had the advantage. A wooden bat with heavy metal spikes embedded on it bashed into her crystal nonstop. More cracks started to appear. Dozens more surrounded her until the sunlight was blocked. After she lost consciousness, the crystal she was in, shattered into pieces. When they were about to strike again, something unexpected happened to Uneece. She transformed into a huge amber-colored Lycan with long crystal spikes covering her spine down to her tail. The power of her transformation blew her enemies away. She then growled unrelentingly loud so that it shook the ground and spooked the birds in their nest in the forest.

Using the mech core they had reassembled, they could temporarily force a vehicle to transform into a mech. This transformation was irreversible. In other words, once a person merged with this temporarily transformed mech, there was no way to disengage. Furthermore, because the vehicle was forcibly transformed and not originally compatible with the mech core, the transformation could only be maintained for a very short period. Once the mech core could no longer sustain the mech form, the temporarily transformed mech would disintegrate on the spot.

she decided. They would no longer be able to communicate with each other once they turned into wolf form. So, only when they had reached an agreement did the two pack leaders finally transform into wolves as well. Just like before, the group broke through the forest at an above-average speed. Their gazes grew more serious, the closer they approached the origin of the pungent smell of blood. They were all ready to fight. But when they were only a few hundred meters away from the entrance of Jane's hidden base, they stopped when they saw a pile of corpses of hunters they had never seen before.

************ My palms grew sweaty as I entered the mansion. I wiped my sweaty palm on the fabric of my jeans as my orbs roamed every inch of the familiar mansion. Everything looked the same. Over the years, what this house has taught me is to turn mute, blind, and deaf. This place gave me so many things. It gave me pain, love, heartbreak, tears, and a smile. I felt a tap on my shoulder. Startled, I spun around only to come face to face with an unfamiliar woman around my late twenties, dressed in maid clothing.