Transformers Onyx Novels & Stories

“He used the mind link to tell us what he could…We heard him tell you to run.” Onyx clears his throat, looking up for a moment as the sun shines through the trees, high in the sky, illuminating his face. His eyes appear lighter, his strong jawline more pronounced with his short beard that he hasn’t had the chance to shave down. He looks every bit a rugged model, and it makes my heart skip a beat. He turns to look at me, catching me staring at him and his gaze turns inquisitive. “How did she end up as Gamma?” I ask, clearing my throat and looking away shyly. If I stare any longer, I may cave before ever getting these answers.

I have helped him as well, Alexis said. What is going on out there? I asked. Open your eyes and look. I turned and looked… Dear God… I should not have looked. I should not have allowed myself to see the carnage as heads exploded over and over while people screamed and tried to run. But there was no place to run because the screams were coming from everywhere—from this room and from above. The Omicrons had arrived. Alexis held a protective arm around me. Paul had transformed and had become a Hybrid, towering over the Neratomay at seven feet tall, slashing with claws that were deadly sharp.

The kind that always followed lines being crossed. Then Vahl looked at her, expression unreadable. “And what do you think we’re doing, Mara?” he asked. “We’re not building a therapist. We’re building control. Predictive, persuasive, programmable control. That’s why ONYX exists. That’s why you’re here.” Mara looked at him, sickened. “I signed up to build safety nets. Behavior stabilization. Crisis prevention.” “You signed up,” Vahl said coldly, “because you wanted to change the world.”

And that was beneficial for me, I could barely stand Onyx and bringing Elijah back to her life means bringing him back to my life and I can't stand him. "You can't go," I said, my voice firm and rigid. I tried not to give away too much from my voice because Onyx might not be bright but she isn't stupid she can tell when someone is giving her bullshit from a mile away, that skill of hers had been an important tool for us in our business, she is a good bullshit detector. Onyx raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me? I can go wherever I want." she paused and dropped the coffee cup which she was holding in her hand on the cup holder and adjusted her stance a bit.

“I don’t tell them everything. There are secrets I’ve had to keep from them before. If this is truly something they don’t need to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” I sighed deeply. Fuck. I was really about to divulge a secret that wasn’t mine to someone else. But I needed someone that could help, and I needed some direction. I wasn’t good at giving backstories and all that shit, plus if Alpha Adrian was serious about five minutes, we only had a few left.” “Onyx is a vampire and werewolf hybrid.” No sense in beating around the bush, I always say. “Wait. What? How? Oh! Her mother, Iliana. That sneaky bastard!”

I have no control over Onyx, he is a force and more like Bastein, he is unruly and broody and only 4 and I can’t help but chuckle as he runs around, with a cowboy hat on and a water gun shooting at the cars. I hear a loud chuckle, and my attention goes to the Alpha King Bête DeLaNuit as he stands there with his hands held up in surrender as Onyx points his water gun at him, but what happens next shocked all of us. Onyx squirts him dead in the face and my eyes widen, but before I can do a thing, King Bête bends over and scoops him up in his huge arms, “I’ll take this one back with me, I can use a boy that is fearless.”

She can feel the power building around him, swelling like an untamed force, ready to burst free. For a moment, everything is still. Then, the air changes. It thickens, as if something ancient and powerful is rising. Nyx holds her breath, watching as Enzo’s form starts to tremble. His eyes snap open, glowing a fierce golden hue that mirrors the Lycan blood coursing through his veins. His body shifts, muscles expanding and rippling beneath his skin as the transformation begins.

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou

It isn't long before the get back with a bottle of bright green fluid. Regina take it eagerly without saying a word and drop a few drops of it into Landon's mouth, giving it a few seconds before feeling his pulse. She let out a sigh of relief when she feel it getting a bit stronger. She give him a few more drops and after a while feeling like it is an eternity he gasps for air. But then it all happens so fast, one bone snapping after another, forming into his feline features, and then Onyx stands infront of them in a blink of an eye. His chest pushed out proud and he scout the environment around him. He sees Tessa and walk towards her, rubbing against her ans she throws her arms around him.

The steel sang against the scabbard—a clear, ringing note. "Viggo, point. Wolfy, control. Guller, keep the minds off us." We moved. Our boots hit the floor in a synchronized, heavy rhythm. We weren't the ragged survivors of the Wastes. We were the Covenant. We were a single organism moving with lethal intent. A squad of Onyx Guards rounded the corner. They were seven feet tall. Their armor was void-black Barzil-plate that swallowed the light. They held energy pikes. The weapons hummed with a low, threatening vibration.