Transformers Starscream X Skyfire Novels & Stories

she set her hand over her heart, “burns.” He let that hang in the air. “Shen Yijun. Used to be Tiancang’s fourth-ranked disciple.” He turned back to his work. “Stay around till you heal. Don’t need thanks. The fox’s called Nothing but call him whatever you want—he won’t answer.” “That’s not much of an invitation.” “No,” he said. “But are you staying?” She looked around—the stone, the shelves, the careful order only a lonely man could keep. The fox purred in her lap. Her hands glowed beneath white wraps.

“Thank you.” “Yes, thank you,” said Tara, her voice strained. The surging power was stronger now. “Tara?” I said gently. “Tara, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” If she heard me, she gave no indication. My heart began to race, nearly matching hers. Something was happening. Just then, Alexander mind-linked me. “The wind just picked up. Something’s off. The sky’s gone dark, and the pressure dropped hard and fast. We may have a storm rolling in.”

"Take it." One of the other men was already rifling through my jacket, pulling out my phone, my wallet. "Nice phone," he commented, scrolling through it. "Password?" "Go to hell." He shrugged and smashed it against my car's hood. The screen shattered, pieces of glass and metal scattering across the concrete. "Like I said," Scarface repeated, pocketing my watch. "Nothing personal. But stay away from things that don't belong to you." They climbed back into their sedan and drove off, leaving me standing in my driveway, bleeding from a dozen small cuts from the broken glass.

You’ve got to be kidding me. Seconds, seconds, seconds. Tic. Tic. Tic. Go. Scars took a deep breath and shot to his feet, paused long enough to cover Keira more securely with the damp shirt, then ran back through the now-blazing office. Through the main tattoo work space, where jagged, burning pieces of ceiling were falling like snow, setting the lower legs of his jeans aflame. He hunched his whole body and gathered Keira to his chest as he ran, feeling chunks of wood and plaster hit his broad back, fire burning through his shirt, searing his skin, but he barely felt it and he didn’t slow, not even a little bit. Scars just nailed his eyes on a tiny sliver of bright blue sky that he saw thirt

"Who's kicking Skye out of the company?!" I froze, stunned for a moment. 'Old Mr. Fraser?!'

But beneath the apocalyptic fireworks, three hundred silver shooting stars pierced the atmosphere. The Star-Forged Lycans hit the permafrost. Their kinetic dampeners whined as they absorbed the terminal velocity of a sub-orbital drop, leaving deep, smoking craters in the ice. They rose one by one, their armor scorched but intact, howling their survival to the burning sky. Scarlett stood at the edge of the Bio-Dome’s protective shield, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard it ached. Her amber eyes frantically scanned the falling debris. The Stellar Navigator was a fried hunk of metal in her pocket, and her spiritual reserves were completely drained.

Fireworks lit up the night sky and rose petals covered the ground. Leon, whom I hadn't seen for days, descended from above like a god. He took my hand with deep affection and led me toward the heart of the castle. Rose petals rained down from the sky, painting the moment in sheer romance. He held up a ring and dropped to one knee as he proposed. Overwhelmed with joy, I burst into tears and wrapped my arms around his waist. I asked him what made him plan such a grand proposal. He kissed my cheek and replied, "Because you deserve whatever others have. Estie, you have no idea how happy I am to be with you.

Henry*** The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.

Sera cried, voice breaking, silver sparks spraying helplessly from her trembling fingers. But Damien was already there. His wings beat once, hard and the sky ignited. He dropped like a meteor, claws outstretched, and smashed into the fox with earth-splitting force. Fire roared from his jaws, engulfing three of the tails in a burning inferno. The stench of scorched fur and sulfur filled the air.

It could not even create a small gap. Shocked, Andrius pushed the heavenly fire to its limit. “Skyfire Inferno!” He thrust his spear forward, carrying with it torrents of heavenly fire, and struck the cage again. Explosions more violent than before sounded, but the result was the same. It was as if Andrius’ unparalleled spear was hitting a piece of cloth, stretching but not tearing it. Then, he pulled out everything in his arsenal: insect formations, Sky Genesis Secret Arts, the Linebreaker Overlord enhanced with his blood…