Transformers Prime Wreckers Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hey Guys The Homewrecker finally came to an end. I hope you all smiled for them, felt sad for them, rejoiced with them and most importantly learnt lessons from them. Life isn't balance and you don't always get what you want. So when the opportunity comes, grab it and make a good use of it.

Fifty of the Smith’s Pack elite warriors poured out, weapons raised, with some shifting halfway into their wolf forms. "Alpha!" They all called out. Alfred, the butler and unexpected tactical commander, jumped out of the lead vehicle. He was flanked by Gamma Reid and the Pack Enforcer too, a massive wolf named Tor. They ran toward the smoking ruins, definitely expecting to find a corpse or at most, a severely injured person almost at the brink of death. They stopped dead at the edge of the green circle, shocked. The warriors lowered their guns instantly. Their jaws dropped. They stared at the grass, then at the frozen statues of the mercenaries, then at the scattered weapons, at the still ve

Meanwhile, the other four of us secured the lights and used my dad's rivet gun to mend the panels to create a tight seal that would withstand the pressure of space travel. Fuck, it wasn't a minor job. The Pantomath wrecked Peacemaker, but I wasn't going to let him win. At the least, I had a leg up on him. Chances are that he didn't know about the Lunar Ravagers and was looking for us to leech information about Sol. He didn't know everything, and he would piggyback off me if he could. But, it was only a matter of time until he found where we crash-landed and I wanted to be long gone by then. If we were there, then there would be no reason for him to bring my parents into it.

"I hear them. Not engines. Feet. Heavy feet." Julian glanced at the rearview. Through the swirling snow and the exhaust, he saw them. They emerged from the treeline in a staggered, predatory line. They were the Rust-Walkers—the Shattered Crown’s answer to infantry. These weren't soldiers; they were "Integrated Scavengers." Most were former Continuity security guards who had been "Optimized" by the Iron Mind’s crude logic. Their limbs were encased in hydraulic exoskeletons made of pitted iron and rebar, and their eyes were replaced by flickering red sensors that mimicked the satellite’s glare.

I tracked a vibration in the severed limb. "The Scrappers " Vesper muttered. Her grin faded. She adjusted her visor. "The Parliaments clean-up crew. They're not like the Blacksmith. They don't care about honor. They're drones that recover lost data and remove variables. If they clear this arm they clear the anchor. Your doorway. They erase this room." *Thump-thump.* The sound inside the piston casing changed. It was a clatter, like iron crabs on a metal pipe.

" We have to keep them safe, keep our family safe. Diego said, "I know," his voice strained. "But how do we keep them safe when the world we're fighting for is falling apart?" There was silence until Raquel spoke. "The time to act is now." We will lose everything if we wait any longer. A figure dressed in black suddenly appeared out of nowhere, just as they were about to make their next move. Carlos Varela was there, and his eyes were full of fire. His voice was cold and steady when he said, "You're too late." "The world you knew is gone. The time of the werewolves has come, and you are nothing but an obstacle in my way.

“The ancient site where the Primordial first split itself into aspects eons ago. They’re going home to become whole again.” “How long do we have?” Alistair asks. “Hours at most,” Eternal replies. “Once they reach the site and begin the merger, reality collapses. Everything ends.” I look at my remaining children and they’re all damaged in different ways. Marcus and Adrian are exhausted from fighting their mother and then rebuilding the fortress. Dante and Lysander, my twins with Alistair, are barely holding together after watching their siblings transform into cosmic entities. Sera is crying for her birth mother Anna who died to save me. The freed key-children are traumatized beyond anything

Dave warned and I stepped closer and firm to his side. Lando snatched the device from his hand and I'm horrified as he threw it to the ground and destroyed it. "What have you done Suarez? What on Earth?" Dave bends to pick the pieces and I felt like smacking him for being unreasonable. "You destroyed it, Lando. How could you? That was the only evidence..." He stopped and burst into laughter. He was laughing through his pains. " That's not happening Suarez, I'm not that gullible. You should destroy it further because I seriously don't need it. I already did the needful, sorry but you're late."

We were never going to be a thing. Jane holds up her hands. “Hey, we’re sorry if we crossed a line. Wren didn’t send us. We just thought you were his ex, that’s all.” Before anyone else can speak, a girl comes sprinting toward us, her face flushed with excitement. “Guys! You have to see this! Luca just gifted Wren a custom Maybach! It’s parked outside!” They all scramble up, squealing, rushing toward the entrance. I force myself to follow, my legs moving on autopilot.

Dorian screamed. We dove sideways. We rolled behind a stack of crates. Dorian hit the detonator. BOOM. The explosion shook the entire hangar. The robot’s leg sheared off at the knee. Metal twisted and snapped. The Reaper Prime toppled. It crashed to the floor with a sound like a collapsing building. It was down. But it was not dead. The upper torso was still active. It dragged itself across the floor using its arms. The Gatling guns spun up again. It was crawling toward us like a mechanical zombie.