Transformers Rumble G1 Novels & Stories

They instead replaced them with the colors of the Ravens - a matte black with hues of blues and greens and purple under the right angles. All of them still had the shield and machine pistol combo, except Raijin had an Unranked Multi-beam Plasmacutter on her shoulder. It was purely utilitarian and industrial in nature, but she wasn’t there to fight in the first place. Max on the other hand, had a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Grenade Launcher. It was simple, effective, and devastating. “Want us to bring down the pain?” asked T-Rex. “‘Coz we can. And we want to. Nothing crazy.”

He explained further. “My sister lets me ride all the time.” I shrugged. “They were mere betas. I am—“ “The all-powerful Kent. Got it. Nevermind. You transform. I’ll go on the mountain all by myself.” I said. Before I completed my sentence, Kent's face went stone. His nose was the first thing I noticed. It was no longer human before I could focus on the rest of the changes. Kent's skin had gray and white fur on it, and eventually, I was looking at beadier red eyes. In front of me now stood a wolf, a few inches taller than me. All around the wolf, I saw torn clothes on the ground.

The two leaders moved into the open space between the armies. No weapons. No interference. Just strength. Just power. Garrick shifted first. His wolf exploded outward—massive, heavily muscled, built for brute force. Ronan followed. But his transformation— Was different. More controlled. More lethal. More… dominant. The moment they faced each other— The ground trembled. Then— They attacked. Claws collided in a violent crash that echoed through the ridge. Garrick fought like a storm—raw power, relentless force, each strike meant to overwhelm.

Ronnie said as he put his books on the desk and put his glasses on. "Hello everyone, I'm Xander Redent. Just move here from London, I'm single and available." Xander introduced himself and winked at a few girls who were sitting at the front. I shook my head a little looking at that manwhore flirting his ass off on the first day at school. "Now.. take a seat please." Mr. Ronnie said and he walked towards us with a little smirk plastered on his lips. "Hello Serena and Athena, how are you?" He asked as he plopped the chair in front of Serena. I smiled looking at him because it's been a really long time since I've seen him.

I cleaned the sweat that had gathered on my forehead. " Wow... I didn't know you could fight." Xavier muttered. I smiled. " There are a lot of things you don't know about me," I answered. " Wow...." He trailed off. Remembering something, I turned to Xavier. " Xavier? Help me raise that guy." I asked, he nodded and took raised the groaning guy. Smirking, I took a stick that was nearby and walked up to him. " What are you planning to do?" Xavier asked me.

she called as she entered the somewhat empty autogolem repair dock. “Barely any Gearbanes here. How come?” she asked the engineer who saluted her as she entered. “Captain, majority of the Gearbanes are out on training exercises.” Snapped the specialist who handed her a clipboard containing the repairs and upgrades her war machines received. RageHog was a bulky bipedal beast that wore an unorthodox but effective rotund armor that covered its joints and chest. It stood at least twelve feet tall and ran on a mixture of cyclic pistons and coal. The GearBane wielded a semi automatic cannon on its right arm while its left held a six foot iron wood spear. “Hello big guy” Aster placed her hand on th

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

Sometimes Solus found it too old fashioned for her liking, but he’d been a good friend, practically family at this point. “Sure nerd. So where to?” she asks “right over there” Leyland points a finger at a nearby black Rolls Royce with Chrome linings. Its wheels where spherical, and it hummed with the low growl of a fusion core engine, a power source normally reserved for war machines. Solus whistles at the sight of it. “East 26D Netrunners?” she asks again, “Why would I lie about that Sunshine? Go get em, I’ll be nearby.”

I had honed my skills through countless battles, and my special power—the Moon’s Fury—allowed me to tap into the Luna energy and multiply my abilities. I stepped into the arena, and the cheers grew even louder. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and I noticed that the air was thick with the smell of damp earth and something wild and feral. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble beneath my feet, and from the shadows emerged a massive creature. It was a Gromar—a fearsome beast with scales as black as coal and eyes that burned like embers. Its roar shook the arena, and the crowd gasped as one.