Transformers Revenge Of The Fallen Arcee Sisters Mga Nobela at Kwento

He stood in front of me, his shadow stretching beneath the sunlight that had just begun to rise. He knew no mercy. Alaric forced me past limits that, biologically, I should never have been able to cross. I was Reeve in the eyes of the world, but beneath this sweat-soaked training uniform, I was only Maeve. A girl who could only scream in her heart, because she was forced to carry a burden that should belong to an Alpha. “Is that all you’ve got?” Alaric mocked. Alaric stepped forward and bent down, his rough hand gripping my chin, forcing me to look up into his sharp gray eyes. My only answer was a weak growl, and eyes that still held a challenge.

A dozen students followed her—some transformed like Marcus, others still human but carrying weapons scavenged from the security office. "You think you're the only ones who want Director Frost dead?" Selene's usual perfect appearance was marred by blood and silver residue. "She experimented on all of us. Used us. It's time we returned the favor." "This isn't your fight," Zephyr began. "Like hell it isn't." One of the transformed students stepped forward—James, I realized, though his features were now angular and sharp, eyes reflecting light like a cat's. "We all felt it when Aria stabilized us. We know what was done to us. We deserve revenge."

Just as she turned to leave, a sharp, burning gaze from across the arena stopped her in her tracks, forcing her to glance back. “What the hell is wrong with that bastard?” Arce muttered, narrowing her eyes at one of the Alphas staring at her like she was nothing more than prey to sink his teeth into. “Language, Arce,” her father’s voice cut in as he tugged her back into her seat. “You are a princess. Act like one—and stand by your people until the end.” Arce let out a dramatic sigh, shifting in her seat as if she could somehow drape herself in grace despite the humiliation. A graceful loser, she mocked in her head, while the crowd roared at yet another clean 3–0 win for the werewolves.

The demonkin spasmed once and went still. The smoke lingered a moment longer, then withdrew like retreating tide. Her father's body crumpled back to the floor, empty once more. Raven stared, chest heaving in silent sobs. The power inside her stirred—cold, vast, hungry. Life and death answered to her now, whether she wanted them to or not. More vibrations rippled through the floor—heavy boots, distant shouts she couldn't hear. Reinforcements? More invaders? It didn't matter. The war had taken everything. Arcadia Prime was falling. And she was no longer just a child.

Worse than that, actually. But that wasn’t Ace’s only secret; it wasn’t even the biggest one. The one that had Ace twisting and turning and losing sleep was named Liam ‘Spider’ Vance, Ace’s ex-boyfriend. In the world of MC members, Ace’s sexual orientation was nothing less than unthinkable… and if the other Fallen Angels knew that their new Prez was a gay man, both Ace and Spider would be dead and gone without a word. They’d disappear so completely, it’d be like they'd never been.

“That’s not my place. But they’ll be a sibling to the child we lost. They both deserve the truth.” Ariana touched her stomach gently, then looked back at Axel. “If what you’re saying is true… then I can’t fight this alone.” “You won’t have to,” said another voice from the trees. Ariana turned. Nathaniel stepped out from behind a tree, Leonard right behind him. Axel’s face tightened. “So you brought them,” Axel muttered. Tears welled in Ariana’s eyes. “I couldn’t face this on my own. And I didn’t know if you'd hurt me.”

“I’d rather break the loom than let you use it.” Arachne’s smile faded, and the obelisk flared, unleashing a wave of crimson energy. Jessica’s shield buckled, and she fell to her knees, the hollowness threatening to swallow her. Her companions fought on, their voices a distant anchor—Kade’s roar, Selene’s chants, Lucas’s curses, Bryan’s quiet encouragement.

Ser got an invite because Silason was totally crushing on her and Ade was my plus one. Let’s get changed then. I told the girls to go and change first. Serphina went first and changed into a green dress which highlighted all of her curves and also her emerald eyes. She was exceptionally gorgeous. Serephina Freya Grey. She was the oldest child and her father and mine had been friends for a very long time. 'GIRL YOU LOOK GOOD.' Ade yelled. I personally think that that is all that she does. 'DAYUM BABY. YOU LOOK BEAUTIIFUL AS HELL. MATTEO FINNA BE DROOLING.' I screamed while winking at her.

I could feel her muscles clamp around my fingers as her mouth parted. And when she let out another scream, I smiled in triumph, knowing I just brought her into heaven. Winter’s body fell against mine. Her head rested on my shoulder as I removed my fingers from her body. Her breath fanned my neck, giving me a sense of comfort. ‘Claim her, now!’ Ace’s voice rang in my head. I looked down. Her neck was right before my eyes. I could claim her while she was weak and muddlehead, and she wouldn’t have a choice after this.

The Goddess shed two tears onto the ground which turned into tiny pearls as they dropped onto the ground and spoke with a heavy heart," May you receive the justice you crave, sister. As I leave this place, I bless this land that after the end of this war, this land will not witness any more war. No bloodshed shall happen on this land and anyone who truly wishes to atone for their sins will find a path to redemption here." As the Goddess disappeared, time seemed to move again and soon, Aenora came to stand behind Indiva followed by Ace Hunter who stood on the other side right behind Indiva. As the shifters recognized on of their own, they seemed to turn in unison to look at their leader. Over