Transformers Rumble G1 Novels & Stories

said Roberto who immediately attacked the Tirex Spiritual Dinosaur Beast. "Blushhh" The sound on the shot was Roberto's Fire element. "Duaaar" The Explosive Sound from Roberto's Flames hit Tirex's face. "Run fast," said Roberto And the four of them ran to avoid the Tirex but suddenly the Tirex shouted and then took out the Fire Element as well from its mouth. All of Roberto, Andy and Khan's eyes looked at Liem who was hit by the Tirex attack and then bounced away. "What" said Roberto

Jake didn't hesitate. RUMBLE— The familiar dark-golden light flared again—but this time, there was a hint of blood-red in the glow. That was the color of war machines. The high-grade alloy ingots in the warehouse seemed to answer some unseen call, liquefying into streams of molten metal that surged into the RV's frame. The sound of metal being forged and reshaped filled the air. The RV stretched wider, longer. Its chassis grew more solid, like a mobile fortress taking shape.

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.

Hushed conversation from below caught our attention and made Royce glance over the edge of the level, shining the torch down at it. I heard his gasp before he dropped the torch and stumbled back, almost falling over his own feet. He tried running before he could stand, flailing about as he tried to escape. I listened to his stumbling steps as they gained stability and echoed up the level, before peering over the edge at the beam of light at the bottom of the Base where two creatures stood on either side of it. The one on the right had two very long, thin ears that were pointed forwards curiously as it inspected the torch. Between the ears were two small horns that sat above a thin black line

Steam vented between each beat in sharp bursts—scalding, cutting through the air with a high-pitched shriek. They emerged into the twilight of the Palace District. Ten feet tall. Broad as a tank. Plated in dull Barzil-steel that sucked the light out of the air. They didn't have faces. They had sensory strips—flat, dead red light that cast a bloody shimmer over the marble. "Golems," Wolfy whispered over the comms. The sound was a dry rasp in my ear. I felt the sweat on my neck turn cold. "Automated heavy infantry. Pre-Fracture design. Upgraded with Citadel tech."

Then another, until all the pins are gone from my hair and scattered on the ground and my hair is falling down my bare shoulders. "Move, Zoya," I think. "kick this mother fucker in the shin..." But my stomach was doing some weird flipping, and my legs were as stiff as a stubborn piece of clay. "Rule number one," the hand on my waist moves up to my zipper. "Gear for battle. Not pretty black gowns." That's when I move, the shock at what he's about to do spurring me into motion. I push Ragnar away with surprising strength. I stumbling back, the tension crackling between us like the fire that burned in the chimney.

Henry*** The night air was electric as the growl of engines shattered the silence. A fleet of sleek, armored vehicles snaked through the dense forest, their headlights cutting through the shadows like blades. At the center of it all was a black Rolls-Royce, its polished exterior gleaming ominously under the pale moonlight. The vehicle was a statement—a declaration of power, wealth, and unshakable authority.

"Shotgun! I call shotgun!" Tank was bouncing around the lobby, which was no longer the serene boardroom. To match the night's mood, Ren had purchased a "Garage" skin for the lobby. The walls were covered in neon graffiti, oil drums burned with digital fire, and the air echoed with the sound of revving engines. Tank was wearing a new skin: "The Road Warrior." It was aggressive and loud—spiked shoulder pads, a mohawk made of holographic flames, and a leather jacket that said BORN TO FRAG on the back.

I feel a warm energy flow through my arms, and my hands emit a glow. 'Your eyes? They’re glowing silver, and your hands are glowing too! How are you doing this?' he panics. I can't stop the glow. I’m not even sure what is happening. My hair flows behind me despite no breeze in the room. The glow continues as warm energy flows through my body and then works its way out of the palm of my hand under Alpha Tate's back. A crunching sound is made from his spine snapping back in place. Alpha Tate cries out. Then my hair drops back below my shoulders, The blue returns to my eyes, and the glow disappears.

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############