Transformers Starscream X Skyfire Novels & Stories

That was when I realized Xander was still right there. He pushed me backwards gently and he caught Sabrina. “Stop it” he said, sternly, his jaw ticking. “Both of you,” he added. “Xander…” his mother trailed off and he turned to her. “She washes dishes at a cheap diner and works at a salon. Is that really who you want to make the Luna of Deathshade pack?” She asked, and I clenched my fists behind Xander. “Yes. A queen who works as hard as she can to achieve what she wants and doesn't just get handed everything like a spoiled child” he said, obviously taking a jab at Sabrina.

i immediately summon scar to show up ,this time i tell him to make a beautiful entry ,because we are finally going to kill someone and this time we are going burn the who city down ,without the demons . I've never seen scam this happy in my life ,smiling with a breath of fire as he appears in the sky and flies around the forest green pack in circles entertaining every one especially the pups what tried catching him ,he finally lands and i hop on his back as he took off ,heading for the direction of the blood moon pack ,somebody please tell them destruction is coming ,the smirk on my face said .

William announced and took the ten best fighters along with him and hoped in their vehicles with weapons. ... There was the sound of an owl in the distance. The blazing sun became murked with the smoky clouds. The once calm sky appeared dense and turbulent with the deafening thunders. The smell of a bonfire danced in the air. Maahir is on the lawn while talking on the phone when three vehicles halted with a loud screech. Hearing the sound, his posture stiffened in a second. With furrowed brows, he turned around and scrutinized the surroundings. A tall man with a well-built body stepped out of the car.

“They know nothing of the world. They live in their own bubbles and act like nothing bad can touch them. Naive kids.” “You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” I whisper. Quietly, he looks up at me and nods. He looks so vulnerable right now. “And what you said about mates…” He looks down, so I pause. His hands go through his hair, and then he looks up at me again. “I told my father and everyone here that Skye died at the raid. But that was a lie. She was taken prisoner just like me.” I stay quiet as he begins. “Warrick…Alpha of the Dark Fang Pack…”

Not until she fell flat onto her face unable to move anymore, and even then she tried to crawl. But her desperate crawl came to a sudden stop when the mark on her neck started to burn and then itch. With the same hand she had digging in the dirt, she clawed at the skin, her deep breaths turning into painful whimpers as heat travel through her. Her own hand burnt when it touched her skin. It was like she was dipped in gasoline and then lit on fire, except nothing like that happened. It was her... She was the fire. Those were the same words the goddess said...was this what she meant? Was this why she needed this scarred alpha?

His teeth bared as he advanced on us. "Run!" I pushed Luna toward the old woman. "Get the children out!" Marcus lunged. I threw myself between him and the children, expecting to feel teeth tear into me. Instead, that burning sensation from before erupted through my body. My hands burst into crimson flames. Marcus yelped, scrambling backward as fire licked at his fur. I stared at my burning hands in shock—they didn't hurt. The flames felt like an extension of myself. "Impossible," Marcus shifted back, his eyes wide. "The suppressants should have lasted—"

“I don’t care what you call yourself now. You’ll scream the same way Lira did when I struck her down in the realm between realms.” My jaw clenched. Ryan stepped forward slightly, fists balled. “You’re sick.” “I’m enlightened,” Tamar said, voice smooth. “You don’t know what she is capable of. What will do to this planet if she is not put down. But I do. And I know exactly what must be done.” Suddenly, the shadows moved. The Horax emerged from the broken arches and shattered corridors, their armor matte-black, etched with runes that bled faint red light. Dozens of them. Maybe more. They circled like predators.

Zander was completely focused on me now, his computer and paperwork forgotten. “He was nice at first, but then when I went to come on break, he started getting pushy about joining me. Ash told him I’d catch him on fire, and we’d roast marshmallows while he burned.” Zander smiled. “Ash and his sense of humor never fail. I bet the Vampire avoids you from now on. Fire is one of the few ways to kill them.” “So, are Gargoyles the only ones immune to fire?” I asked.

The black flames that had fed his spell recoiled, twisting, screaming — and then turned against him. “No!” His voice cracked, horror breaking through his arrogance. “No, you can’t—” The Moonfire struck him full force. The silvery light crawled across his body, sinking into every crack, every pore, burning away centuries of corruption. His skin blistered, his bones glowed, his shadow peeled off him like smoke. He screamed again, but this time there was no echo — only silence and the hiss of divine fire. And then Draven — Alpha, deceiver, false god — was gone.