Transformers Scorch Novels & Stories

With trembling hands, he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it tightly around her disheveled form. He grabbed a water bottle from the trunk, soaked a towel, and clumsily began wiping her burning forehead. Just then, a dozen blinding headlights tore through the night. Cars screeched to a halt, surrounding Gavin's vehicle. Dorian leaped from the lead car, a submachine gun in his hands, flanked by dozens of armed members of the Irish mob. A sea of red laser dots painted Gavin’s chest and head. "Let her go!" Dorian's eyes were red, his voice radiating pure killing intent.

Camila's face turned pale as she saw the cold and even scornful looks around her. "No! It's not like that..." she stammered, trying to stand up. The door swung open, and Alexander stood there, his voice cold as ice. "Stand up."

He had resisted the idea of seeking out a mate amidst his personal turmoil, but the growing tension in the air reminded him that time was a luxury he could no longer afford. His fierce contemplation was abruptly shattered by the sudden intrusion of one of his scouts. The door swung open with a creak, and the scout stumbled in, his eyes wide and filled with unspoken dread. Breathless and panicked, he leaned against the doorframe, the urgency radiating off him like a palpable energy that sent alarm bells ringing in Caden’s mind. "Caden, I have terrible news," the scout gasped, his voice barely above a whisper, as though the air itself was heavy with foreboding. "I've just received word that th

I mind link scar to dive down landing with a breathe of fire as we burn down the gates with a grand entrance ,i grab one of the warrior by the neck as i lift his legs off the ground . "Where is your alpha " i said as my eye balls go red in rage ,he's too terrified to say anything ,i look into his eyes and possessed him making my eye balls go dark in black magic ,and him poisoned and turned against his pack members, but his heart is too weak he just dies in my grip ,you're useless i say as i throw him away to the side like a piece of worthless tissue paper . scar gets back in flight as we keep flying around in circles ,around the pack house trying to pick up Rosa's sent ,i held my scorp

She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them. He had a well carved beards which had evidence of not been shaved for a while, they where prickly but also tickled wherever his face brushed her arm. The lock of hair that had been on his forehead head was now brushing his eyes, Ann had the strongest urge to brush it from his eyes and indeed they did feel marvelously silky. Oh on! She had touched it, and now he was looking at her. But this time not only did he look frustrated, there was something else, it wasn't there before and it reminded her of the day at the library.

Her brain can't understand what was happening, it was in absolute chaos. But she just knew one thing: she wants out. I want to live. I want to live. Let me out. Let me out! But before she knew it, [Bang!] She'll never see the sun rising up again. —

The smell reached before the sight fully resolved — diesel and scorched metal and something underneath that Xander didn't examine too closely. Two more transports were intact, tucked into the low ground Maya had identified, their drivers and the handful of guards riding with them keeping low and waiting for someone to come. Someone had come. The two Iron-Scourge Tracked Corvettes that had been doing the burning noticed the vanguard almost immediately — their thermal turrets swinging, the deep mechanical whine of targeting systems acquiring new objects worth shooting at. The first rounds came in high and wide, the corvettes still adjusting for the spread-out formation, and the column scattere

The surrounding warriors shrieked in terror, scrambling backward into the mud, their hands flying to their weapons as they looked at the smoking trench floor. Marcus sat crouched in the center of the scorched stone, his broad chest rising and falling in shallow intervals. The permanent lightning tracks across his skin were now raised, angry red scars that whistled in the cold wind like an old pipe. The tiny, desperate speck of Alpha gold at the center of his pupils was nearly gone, drowned out by the unblinking silver of the parasite.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

Diverging her mind from those painful memories to replace them with these new ones. Pulling back from her, he sees her head tilted to a side. Not willing to show him her face. Yet that Scar, it was visible now. The evidence of his lost child, authentic now. And that's when he looks up at the moon through the window ,remembering Sophie last words making a tear to roll down his eyes. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off.