Transformers: Prime Ironhide 소설 & 이야기

59:59. "He's going to do it," the Child-Arthur whispered, his velvet coat turning grey under the shadow of the weapon above. "The Architect Prime doesn't see people. He sees Overhead. And right now, the Noise-Sector is a debt he intends to write off." The refugees in the warehouse were no longer shouting; they were paralyzed by the sight of the sky turning into a weapon. Meilin stood on the ruins of the engine block, her Sovereign-Iron staff glowing with a frantic, jagged violet light.

a voice rasped. It wasn't a human voice. It was a mechanical, harmonic vibration that shook the very foundations of the smelting vats. The Iron Hook sat behind a desk fashioned from the jagged, turbine-blade wreckage of a downed Council drone. His entire right side was a forest of pneumatic hydraulics, his shoulder an exposed nest of copper wiring that hissed rhythmically, keeping time with the city’s heart. He was the monopoly of Iron Ridge, a man who had traded his marrow for a seat at the table of scavengers.

Huge holographic billboards projected the face of a man I didn't recognize—a man with silver-grey hair and eyes as sharp and predatory as a falcon’s. ​"That’s him," Silas whispered, his voice crackling with static over the internal comms of our transport. "The Iron King. To the world, he is Julian Vane, the great philanthropist who rebuilt the power grid after the 'Great Outage.' To us, he is the gatekeeper of the apocalypse, the man holding the keys to the world's survival."

“You are stronger than it knows.” The figure stepped closer, and Eva could sense the intelligence behind the shadows, a cunning presence that was calculating every possible angle of attack. Its movements were smooth, deliberate, and utterly alien, as though it existed on a plane just beyond human comprehension. The air thickened, charged with a power that made her skin prickle and her hair stand on end. She felt the bond with Damon flare, pulsing with urgency, warning her of the danger in every measured step the figure took toward them. And then it spoke, its voice a resonant whisper that seemed to penetrate her mind directly, twisting her thoughts. You cannot hide. You cannot resist. The fl

If Justin talked, he only got respect from the wolves but Alex was a hybrid, half vampire, half Wolf and therefore, everybody had to listen to him, even those that didn’t want to and that was exactly why it had to be him “You don’t have to be worried, I would be there with you” Beth said as though she had read his mind

Both trembled. Sweats dripped. Edgar was on top and he was in a tight situation from the bottom. “Y-You….” Edgar said in a trembling voice. “Are you an Alpha?” Smirking, Isaac responded, “I wanted to ask the same. There are only a few Alphas remaining. I think you are hiding your identity like me. Who are you? Your eyes are familiar.” Not answering, Edgar only squinted his sharp eyes. As they looked at each other in such a threatening position, they sensed Maxine moving towards the car. They looked at her grabbing a weapon from the car.

I was led into the Prince large study once again with Agnes closely behind. Prince was standing in front of five male guards all dressed in their official regalia. I couldn’t hear what he was speaking to them but he stopped and turned to face me once he noticed my presence in the room. His beautiful grey eyes held mine I was left feeling light headed as I continued to walk towards him before he reached out a hand and take mine. “Iris,” Prince said simply before turning to the five male I now recognized to be humans. Humans were built but not as large as the werewolves. They are slightly smaller and their features less aggressive as compared to their shape shifters superiors.

Rylin's POV Amy and I walked into her Rouge house. The place was fascinating, pictures of rouges down every hall, pictures of the Alphas and pack names on certain halls. They still identified with their packs even the ones who had been tossed. Then they're was the one hall that stood out the most 'Hidden' is what it said. We turned down that hall and it was pictures of rouge Alpha and Betas starting back from centuries all the way until it led to Davina and Amy's pictures. This place was beautiful, a story on every corner. Something they all can be proud of. If only it was so easy for others. She made this a home for them.

“You think this cheap iron broom makes you an equal to the Afolayan Dominion, Sienna?” Driscoll’s voice was a low, vibrating growl that rattled the stone walls of the sub-level armor repository. He tossed the heavy bristles at her feet, his amber eyes flashing with pure alpha-beta dominance. “Scrub the grease off these tables. The Prime Alpha has no use for parasites who refuse to bleed for their sanctuary.”