Transformers Starscream X Skyfire Novels & Stories

Neo’s POV Sitting at my desk, my mind is consumed by the image of Skyler, completely engulfed in those Scarabs she fondly referred to. It's astonishing how she fearlessly caressed them, treating them as harmless creatures, before they obediently scurried away from her and disappeared into the earth. It's as if they hold no threat, no potential for danger or death. This scene continues to play in my mind, leaving me both fascinated and perplexed by Skyler's unwavering trust in these seemingly treacherous insects.

In the next second, he shouted, “Run, quickly! It’s an infestation!” He hugged Freya with one arm and grabbed Luna with his other. After that, he ran straight in the opposite direction. The others naturally followed him. Xerxes sent a wave of flames at the swarm with the Bronze Sword of the Seven Stars that formed a ten-meter firewall in the tunnel. However, it would seem that these bugs didn’t fear the flames. They even started jumping. The group was now utterly speechless. The bugs jumped into the flames and continued to crawl swiftly. Millions of poisonous white threads followed behind them like shadows.

they all screamed. Sybb was about to cancel out his fire, but Laggas stopped him. “Stop messing around!” Laggas said as he pushed Sybb’s hand down. “Skye!” he called. “I know!” Skye nodded in understanding and snapped his hand. Instantly, the big orange ball of fire made by Sybb stopped moving as it hit the barrier that Skye made. “This… looked similar to my time freezing for any objects!” Kulv exclaimed. Skye looked at him. “It is, but the difference is that it could still move – “ he said and pointed to Sybb’s ball of fire.

The two projectiles lodge themselves onto each wrist as Ursa drops her shining net over her Uncle’s head. The scent of burning flesh hits the air as Primus screams in agony, the silvery net shining bright blue with the glow of the starfire crystals. A silver collar and two silver cuffs appear where the projectiles pierced Primus’ flesh. A terrible roar shakes itself free from Primus’ throat as his body begins to shrink, the cuffs adjusting in size with him as it zaps him repeatedly with bright blue flashes of contained lightning. I roar along with him, my arms outstretched helplessly as Primus’s wings wrap around his body as a useless shield.

That was hers. She clung to it. Fed it every ounce of fear, anger, love, and desperation she had. And slowly, the spark grew. White fire bloomed in her chest, rushing through her veins until her whole body glowed beneath her skin. Her eyes snapped open, blazing with silver-white flame. The hybrids staggered back as the campfire roared higher, drawn into her glow. The storm above parted in a perfect circle, revealing a sky streaked with alien constellations.