Transformers Marvel Crossover Novels & Stories

She knew it would come soon enough. The Guardians who agreed to come and help, the ones who had been in retirement for decades, even centuries, had done so with the understanding that the Retransformation serum would make them human again as soon as Holland and her forces were destroyed. And now that Dr. Morrow was certain it would work, more arrived every day. Cassidy had even met Alexander Hamilton.

Trevor: Ok Trevor feels a slight painful poke on his nape DIANA: All done! Trevor: GRRR... you sly AI! DIANA: Thank you for the complement. Energizing now! Trevor disappears from the bridge. He suddenly appears in front of his house. Conflicting thoughts of worry and excitement fills him as he opens the door. The usual absence of human interaction from his family members meets him. He realizes he was worried for nothing. His absence will never matter, at least for the people in this house. He goes up to his casket.

It was so fun seeing their reactions as he turned serious and not the fun guy in the beginning. But Parisa...was another different matter. He hadn't met anything so challenging and yet so intriguing other than the exiled angel in front of him. No one had touched him like this in the years spanning his existence. It would be a shame if she broke apart when they barely just began. And it would be such a lost if he played with her this early. He liked playing with new toys last. With a grin, he held out his hands on both sides and lifted the spell surrounding them, bringing them back to the reality-the nose of haggling prices, arguing voices and birds flying in the sky, leaving droplets on the

Pack warriors are given a special blessing to earn a place among the moon, and the spirits of their mates, and kin, are free to visit them in the sky. Iris can sense I’m running behind, and she doesn’t keep me. Mace looks so much like his mother, it still gives me pause sometimes. At forty-eight, her hair is still black as the night sky, she looks ten years younger, and barely any lines mark her face. The top half of her features are a mirror to her son’s, her highbrow, those expressive dark eyes, while from his lips down, my ex is an Ironclaw through and through with his strong jawline and full lips.

Thomas snapped the screen off, his swagger inflating further. "You heard me?" he said. "Remove the old man and the mutant. Ban them from the mall permanently." The boutique manager maintained perfect courtesy but stood firm. "Sir, do you even realize who you're speaking to?" Thomas faltered for a split second, his suspicious gaze flicking toward me. The photo had shaken me to my core, but I stepped forward, my voice like ice. "Say it again. Who is your girlfriend?"

Suddenly, I’m aware that if Xavier walks in right now, this stops being emotional. It becomes war. “Kendrick.” Xavier’s voice cuts through the room like a blade. He’s standing in the doorway, shoulders rigid, eyes locked not on his brother— But on me. His gaze drops briefly to my mouth. Then to my wrist. The red marks on my wrist were very obvious. I moved instantly creating space between Kendrick and me as soon as I saw the direction of his gaze. Something in his expression changes. Dangerously. “What is this?” Xavier asks, his voice low.

Xandros turned to Thea and said, “The version you have is the complete Demonic Transformation. “For the following period, Yaraka will teach you Elysian characters. After you learn to read Elysian characters, you’ll be able to comprehend the content within the jades.” James and Thea looked at each other. They never expected Crucifier and Exalter to have such a significant origin. Could it be that Xandros had arranged for them to obtain Crucifier and Exalter? It was highly possible. Since Xandros was a Grand Emperor, it was easy for him to prepare everything in advance.

I called out, my voice small and terrified. There was no answer. I waded through the muck, my hands digging into the charred remains of the ivory petals. I pulled back a layer of smoking fiber, and there, lying in the center of the wreckage, was Xander. He was alive, but he was changed. The orange brand was gone, but in its place, right over his heart, was a singular, glowing mark: a circle with thirteen points. He had taken the Fourteenth’s mark, but he had grounded it. He had turned the hive-mind’s power into a human pulse.

There could be no loopholes. Using Rupert's connections to the international underworld, Alex assumed the identity of Xander Croix—a powerful, enigmatic mafia lord from a French crime syndicate. The real Croix had long remained in the shadows—low-profile, but feared—just like Rupert. The two men shared a long-standing pact, forged after Victor’s greed and cruelty had left blood in their paths. And now, with Croix's blessing, Alex would wear his face.

“Leave my worries for me. I'll only need you to accompany me for facial prosthesis. And Of course I'm a stranger. But I'm willing to give you another chance to be happy. Do you accept it or not?“ “I do. I'm Collins Marshall”, the boy stuttered with a look of shallow convinction. *** Xavier, who was now under the guise of “Collins”, had cloned Collin's face in an experimental lab. His red hair was unfixable, so he was stuck with dying it daily, as he left no traces of his old look. He paid a fortune—one he'd stolen from a bank's reserve, using his newly acquired power from Pablo, intangibility. He hovered freely in the region, seeking for the Alpha's residence, after handing over the real Col