Transformers Prime Laserbeak Novels & Stories

She said, grabbing my hand and squeezing it tightly. I shook her hand off and stood back. “I have a ride. I have some errands to run before I return to the pack. I’ll be there in time for Jemisha’s birthday party.” I walked over to the warrior dressed as a driver, and he opened the car door for me. Once settled inside, I saw Jemisha, on cue, conjuring up tears in front of the cameras. I decided to pull out my phone and check the livestream that I know is happening right now.

"The city is dead, Command. The 'Green-Ghost' bloom has reached total stagnation. Requesting permission to deploy the first 'Anchor-Beacon' at the perimeter." "Permission granted," a cold, synthetic voice replied from the needle-ship in orbit. "Claim the ground." The Shadow in the Glass The lead Liquidator stepped forward, pulling a silver spike from his mag-lock. He slammed it into the obsidian, the beacon beginning to pulse with a rhythmic, violet light. He didn't see the obsidian-vine uncoiling from the shadow of a nearby ridge. He didn't hear the soft, wet thud of a boot hitting the glass.

It didn't look like it was built by human hands; it looked like it was carved from obsidian. "You bought NASA?" Cassandra stepped out of the second car, staring up at the two-hundred-foot monstrosity, her jaw dropping. "You actually bought NASA?" "I tried," Jackson walked beside her, checking his glove seals. "But the government paperwork was too slow. And they asked too many questions about why I needed laser cannons. So I bought a private space exploration company instead. Renamed it this morning." "It has point-defense laser systems," Alex walked up, running his hand along the cold hull with reverence. "And... are those torpedo tubes on the wings?"

The dim red lights in the tunnel reflected off his four black glossy slanted eyes. It was the tunnel’s dim red ceiling lights that helped Olivia see the monster’s pitch-black eyes. Those eyes were peeking through the leveler’s gated door, focusing on Olivia and Lukas. Olivia had a Beretta M-12 submachine gun strapped to her back, but her paralyzation wouldn’t let her reach for the gun. She could sense the creature’s wrath, and she knew that shooting at him would only make him angrier.

Becky said and The woman whose name is recognized to be Kira the Mother of Martinez smirked. " Name it Your My lady and It shall be done " Kira said and Becky smirked. " My Protector which is Ramon is In Beelzebub abode and he has Escaped from his prison but he searching for the souls of the protectors for him to bring them back to life as I have modify and Recreated their bodies back, I need all my protectors back so I need you to send Some Lycans down there to help him and I will teleport them because he knows that Lycans will be helping him " Becky said and Kira smiled.

Jack snatched the USB drive and plugged it into the control panel in the driver’s seat. “Buzz—!” A deep, heart-pounding sound came from under the car. The “Pink Hellfire” ambient lighting, which had been merely decorative, instantly went out, replaced by glaring military-grade red warning lights. The armor plates on both sides of the vehicle rattled, as if something was about to deform. [Beast Mode activated. Emergency fusion battery…started.] "Nuclear...nuclear fusion?!" Ben Carter's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "You spent fifty million...on a mobile nuclear bomb?!"

The Prime Beast smelled her weakness and lunged again. Thorne and two warriors formed a wedge formation to shield Lyra’s flank. Eira took the front with me. I shouted orders with full Alpha dominance. “Left flank, drive it toward the support wall!” “Do not let it scent the heir again!” The pack obeyed instantly, but the Prime Beast ignored formations; it targeted Lyra only. The Prime Beast’s tracking ability is biological, not magical. It can sense the heir’s heartbeat through solid rock.

Caleb’s eyes—his kind, loyal eyes—were replaced by the featureless, obsidian mirrors of a System Sentinel. [WARNING: HOST_COMPROMISED] [LEGACY_ASSET: ALPHA_PRIME_VIRUS_INSTALLED] [TARGET: CALEB_REED] Caleb’s body began to glitch, his limbs lengthening into jagged, steel-edged blades. He wasn't shifting into a wolf; he was being Formatted into a combat-protocol designed to destroy everything Sereia had built. "Caleb?" Xander whispered, his blade trembling in his hand. The creature that was once our brother turned toward us, its obsidian eyes reflecting our own terror. It let out a roar of pure, uncompressed static, and then it lunged.

I don’t like how that feels. My comm crackles. “Heads up, team, I just lost and regained two city cams under your bridge. Trace shows a handshake with a private mesh that last pinged Crane Street. And Elder Max wants anything sealed left that way until he sings at it.” Becky says. “Copy,” I say. “We’ve got a present.” “From who?” Becky asks, though she knows. She wants us to say it so the line hears. “Sable,” Adrian answers, voice flat and pretending to be bored. Nova growls at nothing that is something, a ripple of cold moving upriver against the flow, like a hand caressing the wrong way.

“You’re just a measly pre-celestial fighter, yet you’re such a big talker. How dare you shamelessly boast about kicking me out of this body!” Kayson pulled out the Lightning Charmboard instantly and said nonchalantly, “You can try to see if you can withstand the Lightning Charmboard’s power.” Beckham’s gaze turned slightly solemn as he stared at Kayson’s Lightning Charmboard with a dreadful expression. His soul possessed Beckham’s body, so the powerful Lightning Charmboard would not only destroy Beckham’s body but it would also harm his soul. “What do you want, boy?” Beckham’s gaze was grim. He had managed to hide well enough that not even Eden Joy’s owner noticed his change, yet an unknown