Transformers Revenge Of The Fallen Arcee Twins Novels & Stories

one of the enemies said, and they hurriedly left through the kitchen. "Follow them, make sure one of them confesses," I heard another man instruct. "Yes, boss!" They quickly ran after the fleeing enemies. When they disappeared, I immediately rushed to the twins’ room. "It’s me! Open the door," I called out. "Daddy! I’m so scared!" Xenna sobbed as she opened the door. "Shhh, don’t cry, princess," I said, hugging her. "Where’s your brother?" I asked.

Olleta , the girl and first-born twin who was a replica of her mother, and Zigfrid, the male and second-born twin who probably took after his father. " They are asleep. Sleeping like angels they are." Dulce smiled. " Must have been a tiring trip for the little ones." " I guess so too. So, tell me, dear one. Becker said, stealing a glance at Dulce. " Tell you what?" " Are you ready?" Dulce smiled. Was she ready? She knew exactly what Becker was asking her. Her aim for returning had revenge in the back of the wheels. She was definitely going to take a piece of everyone who made her look like garbage back in the days.

She lay there paralyzed, unable to move a finger. She watched in horror as the lead enemy walked over to the unconscious twins. Ara tried to scream, tried to get up, but nothing worked. *THWIP.* *THWIP.* The silenced gun shots were quiet. The twins’ health bars dropped to zero. Their eyes went blank. Just like that, they were gone. The player knelt beside Ara. Without a word, he reached into her pocket and took the flash drive. All their hard work were gone. "Secure the prime regressor," Kenan ordered from the shadows. "The architects want her alive for the final phase."

It It Arthur's POV When I get to the door, I stop. What if Winter felt wrong? I know that twins have a connection bigger than mate bonds as they are one. So if one is anxious, the other would feel it as if they are there, if the one is hurt, the other would hurt in the same spot. But what if? Just, what if he felt wrong? "I will take over your body and enter this room if you don't," Ares warns me.

I know it in my bones because my stomach churns, my heart aches as there's a shift in the wind—a cooler, heavier wind. The music breaks, the crowd's buzzing is replaced by anxious silence and then they come in through the ceremonial arch, Audacus with a triumphant smirk plastered across his ageless face. The same smirk I’d seen before every destruction he orchestrated. He walks like he owns the world, and behind him came the storm, Serenia—silver flowing over her like a mantle, dripping venom and arrogance. A baby in each arm, a third boy toddling beside her, all of them patently Ryan's sons. I see the truth written in the angles of their features—the sharp jaw, the storm-grey eyes behind th

And as though on cue, I hear a very familiar voice in my head saying, “Let’s kill them all.” Ares’s POV The moment I see the twins being hauled out of the darkness and into the garden, a wave of anger that I have never felt before starts to come over me. I haven’t felt anything this intense since the night after the Festival five years ago, when I came to confront Gianna and her father. But surprisingly, this is more intense. From afar, I can see the twins’ faces and I’m surprised that I haven’t realized before how much they actually resemble me. I can see myself in them. I can see them in myself. They are a part of me, no matter how much time has passed between us.

Mason shouted. The duplicate glanced back once. Their eyes met. Not enemies. Not copies. Not rivals. Two halves of something they had never chosen to become. “Go,” the duplicate said. The first armed figures rounded the corner. Black uniforms. No insignia. Weapons raised. And the duplicate stepped forward to meet them— Smiling. The ceiling above Ariana split open completely. Mason hauled her up. The twin followed. Ryan last. The corridor below erupted in blinding light. A shockwave slammed upward.

Bruce asked, narrowing his eyes. “Yes, we want to play,” Calvin said quickly. Arya made them wear warm clothes as they were going outside, and after that, Bruce carried them in both his arms. The moment he entered the elevator, carrying the twins, he heard that word which he had wanted to for so long. ‘MATE.’

I run into the warehouse and asked the covenant members to get ready. I can see how nervous the twins are, and I gave them some encouragement, and after quite some time has passed, we heard the loud engine go into the warehouse. Zephyr goes inside, with the fake Supreme in the arms of the war team member. The twins instructed them to put Siobhan into the drawing that they made earlier. Zephyr smacked into my back and signaled for me to go outside. “Aaron, we need to fight some of them. Come on!”

He says and moves over to the twins. The educator finally comes face to face with the twin amazons. They are a splitting image of one another through their hairstyles are different. On the right, Moreen has long black hair that sharply goes down to her lower back while the other has a slick back look with her own hand and goes to her shoulders rather than all the way to her back. Both of the twins have their hands behind their backs sitting in a strict pose of discipline. They are not foreign to the concept of war or combat and most notable they knew how to show the given respect to a decorative general of the Circle. The left A****n tilts her head to properly face the dwarf that is much sho