Transformers Starscream X Skyfire Novels & Stories

The skies tore like silk set ablaze. Vaelith’s true form towered above the battlefield now, no longer cloaked in illusion or shadow. She was cosmic, a being made of collapsed galaxies and forgotten prayers, her hair a veil of void, her voice a gravitational command. And yet, standing beneath her, Liora did not kneel. She burned. Starfire wrapped around her in spiraling rings, not just light, but memory. Each flicker carried the lives of those who had come before her. Serenya. The Moon Priestesses. The lost wolves of the Starcourt. Even the ones her mother had failed.

He saw a version of himself in the distance, chained to a machine, his mind being drained to power a city’s grid. Virex bared his fangs, his hand catching a piece of shrapnel mid-air. “The frequency here is stagnant. It’s a dead-end. Evangeline, the exit!” “It’s the sun!” she realized, squinting at the bloated, artificial star hanging in the center of the city. “They’re using a Prism-prototype to power this reality! We have to ride the beam!” They didn't have time to debate. Xander gathered the pack, his Alpha aura flared to its absolute limit to protect them from the scorching heat of the artificial star. They sprinted toward the edge of the glass bridge and leapt into the blinding white li

I stand rooted to the spot, a silent witness to the unfolding spectacle, my heart pounding in my chest. As I watch in awe, Thrystan conjures his own flames, crafting them into a sinuous ribbon of fire reminiscent of a dragon's coil. With practiced precision, he sends the fiery tendril hurtling towards the assailants, ensnaring them in its fiery embrace. The flames do not scorch their flesh, but bind them in place, rendering them powerless and petrified. In that moment, it becomes clear – Thrystan is not merely a Scorcher; he possesses the legendary Dragonfire within him.

However, I held Skye tightly by the arm, my heart starting to beat very fast and intense, not sure I had the stomach to witness what was about to happen next as I watched Gordon turn to leave, after giving a female the order to light Sabrina up with the burning stick of fire she held. “Oh, I’m not going to be the only one going to hell tonight, you all are going to pay for the fall of the Frostfang Warriors one day!” Sabrina yelled, she began to curse but, unfortunately, it turned to screams of agony when she was lit up and began to burn. I turned, looking away quickly while the others cheered on. Skye held my hand tightly but she was looking and I could tell her heart warned with joy, watch

It was as if tiny electric sparks were playfully skipping beneath her skin, urging her to explore the vast unknown her life now teetered on the edge of. Then, with a suddenness that felt almost surreal, a flickering flame erupted from her fingertips, a tiny celestial body that twisted and twirled in the air like a miniature star, casting a warm glow around her. It danced in the silence for just a heartbeat before dissipating into nothingness, leaving behind only a faint wisp of smoke. Aria gasped, her heart pounding in a symphony of awe and disbelief. She had not known she possessed such a remarkable ability—the power to summon fire itself.

Their dragons began to breathe a bit of fire over my cuts before the girls used the razor blades they pulled out from their pockets to reopen my wounds. The pain was becoming too much to bear, but I welcomed the impending darkness, because at least, I would stop feeling. I won't beg for death, instead, I will welcome it. In death, there will be no pain, and most importantly, no dragons. Perhaps, I dreamed what happened next, when the girls abruptly stopped their burning and cutting once they reached my back. In my pain and drug-induced haze, I saw their dragons leap back into their bodies as the Hoity Hags quickly retreated. As I was trying to process what happened, I blacked out.

Storms would stand still and wind would cease. The more the world attacked her, the fiercer her gaze was, like Fire, or a cracker. Like a Firecracker.

They are breathtaking. Finally, the taxi arrives and I thank them both for waiting for me. As I reach out to open the door Max does as well. As soon as his hand is over mine intense sparks shoot up my arm and I gasp. He immediately pulls his hand away from me as his eyes go wide. “Sorry he mutters”. What the hell was that, did he just shock me? I look back at him as I pull the door open as soon as our eyes meet I feel a flutter deep down in my core and my heart rate picks up again. It’s not fear doing it this time though, it’s desire.

Just a message delivered by whatever put it here. “Smiter… we are many.” The powerlines scream. Current crawls up the poles and bursts across the wings. The thing convulses, catches fire, and drops—slamming into the gutter in a hiss of steam and ash. Faith jumps out, rain streaking her face, running straight to him. “You okay?” “Yes.” Scott steadies her as she clings. She looks over his shoulder at the smoking heap. “And what the hell was that? Why did that thing come for you?”

He has no power to defend anyone. He runs. He runs away from danger. ‘Then I will,’ Varn howled in his mind. In one move, Varn dove forward, half-morphing Lucien into his wolf form. With a low growl, he tackled Nyssa, shoving her away from the flames just as a beam of fire flared across the wall. The elders gasped. Lucien half-shifted, waist down transformed into powerful black furred limbs. Elder Humes staggered back, “Great Moon goddess…”