Transformers Rumble G1 Novels & Stories

Their vehicles were nightmares of welded steel and stolen Phase-tech monster trucks with hover-pads, muscle cars with plasma-turrets, and bikes that looked like they were built from the bones of dead servers. They circled us, their engines revving in a discordant, aggressive rhythm. A massive rig, covered in spikes and decorated with shattered computer monitors, rolled to the front. A man stood on the roof, holding a microphone wired into a PA system that screamed with feedback. He was huge, his skin grafted with patches of rusted chrome, his eyes replaced by crude, red optical sensors. "Look what the glitch dragged in!" the Warlord bellowed, his voice distorted. "Two pretty little pre-war s

Will Noella be able to conquer her first pack? Don't forget to comment and vote for the story! ❎ Until the next update of Queen Rouge. -Rama✌

I don't want him making a mess of the venue. The groomsmen stuffed me into a large plastic tub and carried me out. Through its walls, I could hear the noise of the reception growing louder as we got closer. Thomas' voice boomed from the stage. "What a joyful day for the Gardner family. Thank you all for being here. Now, I'd like to invite our longtime supporter, Mr. Jarvis, to come up and say a few words." He called out a few times, but no one answered. Then one of the groomsmen stumbled, the tub toppled, and I rolled out onto the marble floor. The dirty water inside spilled across the tiles, and the smell spread instantly through the room.

“I’m sorry. I got a little over excited.” The Red Rumble leader patted my shoulder. “Don’t be. I’ll say it is quite the beast. It took me a long time to design and build this from parts. However, unlike the wheelers from the Inner City, it doesn’t have any artificial intelligence. Driving is all about skill. If you would like to, I could arrange for another time to teach you how to operate it?” “Yes, please! Also, it would be nice if you could share with me the blueprints for me to study the technology. Perhaps I could implement this within Luna Services for the logistics instead…”

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.

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.