Transformers Mikaela Banes Novels & Stories

"Your own path?" Marcus scoffed, shoving Layon away and releasing his t-shirt, "You are your father's son. What other path is there?" The salt-and-pepper-haired alpha glared at Layon with such distaste that Layon was certain he wasn't going to like what came next. Sucking in a deep breath, Layon prepared himself for all he was about to admit. "I would never have found Reebah without the help of Angel Hale." That's when Marcus's eyes did turn utterly black, so black in fact that the whites entirely disappeared and Layon knew that the alpha's wolf was just barely being restrained. Though he had fought his father several times to train

At the sound of that voice, Rex turned around in disbelief. Kieran Augustus calmly stepped through the doors of the healing center, dressed in a black coat. Kieran ignored him. He walked straight toward me, took off his coat, and draped it over my shoulders. "I'm here to take my Luna home." What? Rex froze for a second, then let out a sneer. "Kieran, have you lost your mind? She's an exile from the Moonshade pack. When did she become your Luna?"

“Berenice is here.” I’m certain Benny didn’t tell anyone about us. If she did, I wouldn’t be standing here, breathing and dreading seeing her again. I’d be six feet under, or worse, burning in the hellfire of his father or Klaus’ anger. “How is she?” The question was out of my lips before I realized it. Markus kept his eyes on Mikael, his large hand ready to catch the child as he slowly took a sitting position. Mikael is the little version of Klaus, green eyes and dark curls, and also inherited his grumpy mood. He started grunting when he couldn’t get a hold of the biggest owl dangling from the center of the overhead gym.

Mikael's voice was warm, his eyes glinting as he drank the content from his cup. "Why does she look like she's seen a ghost? Is she afraid her blood would be used for our next dinner?" someone taunted me in the room, grabbing my attention. He was like a giant, his whole body could swallow me up and probably most people in this room. One of his eyes had been patched and he was bald. On his forearms was a tattoo of a wing and the name Ophylia was written underneath.

She said with a chuckle, pulling out a small needle from her neck with a gasp. “And then, I will let you die as a mortal.” She spat and stuck the needle in my neck, beginning to chant in her language. “Phasmatos incendia mutatio, persona metamorphosi ferre, in profundis mutare, King Micah in veritate aperire, in anima renovare, in aeternum transformare, in melius transformare, in salutem convertere, in felicitatem et pacem mutare.”

I pictured it so clearly I could almost hear the crack of bone. And the best part? I could do it. I was stronger. I was the Alpha. He wouldn’t stand a chance against me. My eyes snapped back to Mikaela the moment Kane walked out of sight. She was still standing there, her hand lingered on the door. And then she froze. Her head tilted ever so slightly, like she could feel someone’s eyes burning into her skin. She was sharp when it came to that sort of thing. Before she could turn, I had already stepped back into the shadows.

Confidence vibrated through her, which was a strange sight. "We apologize for our negligence in this matter. You have our undivided attention from here on out." Mikaela spoke softly. Sweetly. She always knew how to charm, but I could see the venom in her, so close to the surface. The picture of elegance and complisnce, but deadly in her own right. I appreaciated her support inthismatter. Or maybe she was just scaredI would rip the girls throat out. Challanges were fun to me, until I couldn't tolerate their pressence anymore. Blood normal flowed after that point.

the real voice of the Operator. "Subject 18 has returned to the facility. Initiate the Quality Control purge. Bring in the Originals." The hangar doors at the far end opened. Three figures stepped out. One was a man who looked exactly like Vane, but with wings made of actual, burning lead. One was a woman who looked like Elara, but with eyes of cold, liquid gold. And the third... was a version of Mia that looked like she had never been a child at all.

Alright, that sounds like a plan," he said, looking deep into her eyes. Grrrrr! The sound of Mikayla's phone ringing broke the mood. She fished it out of her bag. "I couldn't wait!" Anna's voice screeched over loud speaker. "Tell me! How did it go?" "We got it and it's bigger than anything we ever thought!" Mikayla announced. Anna whooped. "Holy smoke! I'm so happy! This is amazing news. Get your ass back here and give me all the details." Mikayla laughed. "I'm on my way. Cael is driving me over." "Am I on loud speaker?" She asked.

Like do you have from outside your current appearance" Clara said. Melanie went over to the table and sat opposite Clara, the two girls sat facing each other and Clara eyed the girl curiously until Melanie began to talk. "You know how werewolves are able to transform into huge wolves, it's the same for us but only the transformation process is different. Only the banshees as old and experienced as my grandma can take on their true form because we can be very dangerous and vile in our true form and that's why most of us prefer to stay in our physical form. Just like how a banshee without a song can bring destruction it could even be worse when a banshee is in her true form. All I'm saying is