Transformers Prime Laserbeak Novels & Stories

His shyness scared people away… With a frown, his mind returned to poor Debbie. Good thing that child-molesting asshole was already dead or he'd kill him. He actually wished that the asshole was still alive so that he could torture the bastard and THEN kill him. Beast popped his neck and several of the prisoners under his care were unsure of what to make of the giant, scarred, guard that smirked one minute and scowled the next. One thing was for certain; the sight of him alone assured that none of them would be stepping out of line.

Leo was standing near the treads of the Behemoth, using a heavy plasma torch to weld thick plates of scavenged Blackwatch APC armor onto a gutted civilian transport truck, turning it into a makeshift mobile bunker. "We're blind beyond a two-mile radius, Torque," Leo grunted, lifting his welding mask. Sweat poured down his face. "With Kara severing the global satellite mesh to protect the mainframe, our early warning systems are completely dark. If Sector Prime sends an orbital drop, we won't see it until it's burning through the atmosphere."

Its scanner switched to warning yellow. "Identify," the drone's speaker ordered. Kael stepped forward, hunching his shoulders. He didn't look up. "Dust-Pipe maintenance. Unit 7-G." "Scanning for Bio-Signatures," the drone responded. The blue light swept over Kael. It hit his "Beacon" scar. In the Barrens, the scar had been silent, but in the heart of a high-tech city, the "Beacon" reacted to the ambient electricity. It began to pulse.

Beside me, five-year-old Lyra sat in her crystalline Prism Wolf form, her iridescent coat already refracting the faint violet light of the cabin into a thousand defiant rainbows. "Fleet is in position, Mom!" Toby’s voice crackled through the high-frequency comms from his Atmospheric Scout. "White Resonance Cannons are charged to maximum. We’re ready to punch a hole in the silence." "Steady, Toby," I replied, my voice a vibrant melody that acted as a stabilizing frequency for the pilots. "Don't fire until we find the center of the oscillation."

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE MOTHER] [STATUS: TERMINAL PETRIFICATION 94%] [VERDICT: EXHAUSTED CONDUCTOR] The Prime’s voice wasn't a sound; it was a tectonic roar that bypassed my ears and vibrated directly in my stone ribs. He ignored me. He looked at Leo—the "System Correction" he had planted in the bloodline five centuries ago. [REMAINDER. RETURN. REBOOT.] Leo went rigid. His small fists opened, his gold static flaring until the room turned white. He didn't look at the Prime with hate; he looked at him with a terrifying, clinical devotion.

“What can they do?” “Sun Beetle can fly, spit acid, has night vision, and shoots solar beams from his eyes,” Natalie whispered. “Fright Star is a telekinetic like Eric here. Only, his telekinesis has a red aurora instead of white.” “What was that?” Sun Beetle said. He turned his head towards our direction, flying down the hallway as his wings flapped like an insect taking flight. We held our breath when Sun Beetle flew inches from Natalie. But he did not notice her.

"Ready to show them the North doesn't forget, Elena?" I looked at the station, then at the man who had once broken my heart, and finally at the children who had mended it. The "wolfless" girl was a ghost; the doctor was a memory. I was the Argentum Prime, the White Lycan of the Stars. "Lock the Holy Fire batteries," I commanded, my voice echoing through the ship like a tolling bell. "Ace, prep the point-defense. Leo, keep those shields at peak frequency. Luna... find us a way in."

The man that he was in the middle of celebrating his death was standing before him with a smug look on his face. The guy looked different; he was wearing new, much thicker armor and something so strange Beemo couldn't describe it. It was an energy core that was the size of a cartwheel strapped to his back by white metal looking strings. The energy core was green and the energy particles inside were dancing around in a circle. He spoke in a strange language, and the air around the entire city seemed to have heard this strange mating call.

The metal bear then stands slowly, reaching about ten feet tall. "You pick the wrong person," then the eyes on the bear turn bright red, and the arms stretch out and open its sleeve with a minigun, similar to the laser turret. "Eat this fuckers!" Gunnar had the bear shoot the two lasers at the enemy, destroying them and the laser turret as they both exploded. The mixed human flesh and metal chunks fell from the Skye, and meat landed before me. I'm used to cutting people and seeing blood pouring out, but a piece of human meat is different.

They will do anything to get to keep their mates for themselves. But I won't leave my family for any man. The brown one completely shifts his behavior now. He starts gently licking my wound, poking me with his nose, but I'm not having this shit. I growl, my lips baring sharp canines, ordering him to step the hell away from me. He seems not to care at all ant pokes me with his nose again. Like hell I am coming with you, stupid mutt. Seeing my stubbornness, he steps back and shifts to his human form. He is tall, really tall, with ivory hair and icy, wild eyes. A viking, my first thought was. ''Shift'' he orders me with a strange accent. No emotion in his voice.