Transformers Prime Vehicons Novels & Stories

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

he stopped when he saw her. "Crimson!" called the female speedster. "Shit! Get the plutonium outta here, now!" Just ahead of the truck, a woman was standing there, in the middle of the road. She was dressed in black and her face was covered. Crimson, the scarlet speedster, watched in horror as the woman on the road wielded some kind of large weapon that she held with both of her hands. "For Anna!" she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck.

Reyes yelled, stumbling back as a black-clad figure placed a gloved hand on his chest. Vance ignored the shouting. He stepped up to the edge of the violet glass. He pulled a pair of dark, specialized goggles from his coat pocket—lenses that shimmered with a strange, oily film—and slipped them on. He stared down at the glowing symbols embedded in the transmuted concrete: the Crab (\text{♋}) and the Interlinked Circles (\text{⚯}). Miller watched the federal agent closely, looking for a flicker of awe, or even a hint of confusion. He found neither. Vance didn't look shocked. He didn't look like a man seeing a miracle for the first time.

He nodded affirmatively and gestured for her to join him as he turned back to the corner again. She scrubbed her tears on the blanket and quick-stepped after him, not wanting to lose sight of him. And as she came around the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks again. A vehicle was parked next to a tall, leaning concrete wall. The hulking, aggressive-looking machine reminded her of a huge mechanised bear. It was twice the size of any normal vehicle she'd ever seen, nearly as large as the vans that transported goods from one settlement to another. And it was armoured. Just behind its broad, powerful nose, it grew tall, like the shoulders of a bear behind its hanging head, with a cupola on to

In an earth-shattering explosion of gore, a pure white meteor—like a descending god—violently smashed its way out of the beast's chest! It was Harper's Vanguard mech. The originally cyan nanolaminate had completely transformed into a divine, radiant white. And resting on the shoulder of her mech, which now radiated an absolute, god-like aura, was a completely depowered, scorched, and ruined machine—Sebastian's Vanguard. "It's them! They made it out!" Jack slammed his fist excitedly against his console.

“Yes Captain!” After almost one hour, they have arrived in a barren outskirts of T City. They hid their humvee in a secluded area and waited for the 'rebel mercenary' to pass by. They saw three humvees and two black vans passing by. Twilight's group quickly noticed a logo printed on the vehicles. “An eagle?” Megan frowned, obviously bewildered. “Do you know any group that has an eagle as their logo?”

He could even smell the fear of the wolves in the approaching convoy of SUVs. The cavalry had arrived. Although too late to intervene in the attack and save him, but just in time to witness the miracle that had unfold anyways. Three black helicopters descended, kicking up a storm of snow and ash. A convoy of armored SUVs drifted around the bend, tires crunching on the gravel, skidding to a halt right at the edge of the perimeter. Doors flew open instantly. Fifty of the Smith’s Pack elite warriors poured out, weapons raised, with some shifting halfway into their wolf forms.

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

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.

Chapter 83 – Feast When a prince asks for a feast, then it is a feast he will get. This is what Dorin and Johan found out as Mordecai led their group to several black vehicles with small flags on their side mirrors displaying the Alcione Crest. “Where are we going?” Johan asked as they entered the long car. “Woah, is that a store?” he pointed at the interior where a bucket of wine stood waiting to be served on top of a small compartment stocked with food.