Novel & Cerita Transformers: Prime Ironhide

*** Kirk’s POV I watched as the little Honda zipped away, weaving through the sea of sleek luxury vehicles parked up and down the block for Elirisha Ravenshade’s party. That tiny car seemed so out of place, like a kid sneaking into a private club where they didn’t belong. The stark contrast caught my attention, but only briefly. My mind had more pressing matters to focus on. “She’s kinda cute for her age,” Grimnir, my wolf, observed, his voice echoing in the back of my mind.

I whispered weakly. Something like recognition slowly crossed his face, and the red glow of his eyes faded to a familiar stormy grey. There he was. Eldarien Vrathorn. Still covered in blood and damp strands of his dark hair, still flaunting double fangs from between his bloody lips. It was like whatever had possessed him had temporarily taken the back seat.

I nodded, waiting for him to continue. “Prisca, you’re special. You are… well, we are both different, and so was your mother, your grandmother, and everyone in our family before that.” I raised my eyebrows, unsure of where this was going. “What do you mean, Daniel?” He sighed again, running a hand through his hair. “You’re a hybrid, Prisca. A very special hybrid. You’re part witch and part werewolf. My mother was a member of the strongest coven ever known to mankind—‘The Hidden Coven.’ She was one of the last hidden witches before she died. My father was a sacred beast cursed by the moon, known as a werewolf. I inherited the werewolf gene from him, but I didn’t inherit my mother’s magic. Sti

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

Later that night. Erica whispered the escape plan to Jerry who was filled with amazement. "How come?" He asked. "Don't ask me that, what matters most is that we are living this evil place and Joan would pay for everything evil thing she has done to us" Erica said looking very determined. The next day... The sun was almost going down and Erica was yet to hear anything from the zombie. Suddenly the zombie walked into their room and asked to fall her. They followed her at once and were glad to see the man with the bike who has an iron designed carriage behind.

One by one, the iron gates of the opposing preparation bays ground open. First came the **Iron-Scale Pitbull**—a massive, seven-foot beast of a shifter whose skin was covered in dark, metallic reptilian scales, his jaw dripping with acidic foam. Next entered the **Void-Blade Brothers**—twin syndicate assassins from the North, their bodies woven with shadow-relics that allowed their arms to blur into razor-sharp spectral edges. And finally, from the central gate, stepped **Victor Vance**. Agnes’s breath caught in her throat.

Chapter 67: The Frozen Vault The Berlin Vault became a crucible of ice and fury. Sentinel Prime didn't fight with finesse; he fought with the raw, brutal power of a force of nature. His obsidian skin deflected Aris's pulse shots, and the single violet eye in his forehead glowed with an ancient, malevolent intelligence.

Senay whimpered. “Who or what are these men?” I eyed the one running next to me and he was dressed up like he was part of the military in all black with a helmet and night vision goggles. “I think they are part of the Order of the Cryptid Hunters,” I thought in disdain as I was loaded into the rear of a black van with two soldiers at my sides. They were wearing body armor I realized as I studied them for any weaknesses. “Are you certain that she is the one?”

But it was what came behind them that truly terrified me. Three figures, each standing twenty feet tall, covered in silver armor that seemed to absorb light. They moved with impossible grace for their size, and where their feet touched the ground, the earth withered. "Titan-class hybrids," Chen whispered—she'd been conscripted as our intelligence officer, her knowledge too valuable to waste. "Theoretical only, I thought. The energy required to maintain that size should be impossible." "Unless they're using multiple power sources," I realized. "How many Moonsingers did the Council really kill? How many did they harvest?"

He looked like he was just drying off; I knew he was making sure the exits were his. Alpha Felix sat in his high-backed chair, his fingers drumming nervously on the armrests. Beside him, Silas Osborne looked like a man who had already tasted victory. And then there was Scarlet. She had changed into a dry silk dress, her face blotchy from crying, standing near her father like a jagged piece of glass.