Transformers Ultra Magnus Prime Novelas e Histórias

The two figures from the containers were VEIL, and of the Prime Chimera kind. "Do you see how majestic they are?" A voice resounded throughout the warehouse. Lars knew of this voice all too well and had expected to see him here. Magnus Musgrave took the center stage with big smile and hands outstretched. His graying hair matched the silvery sheen of his satin suit. "Worshippers," Lars muttered. He was quickly reminded of Alt'ma's warning. "What you are so blessed to see in front of you right now, are the examples of absolute peak in human evolution. The new gods who will usher us into the new age of wonders and prosperity!"

The emotions of Magnus’s death and the immense power I now hold have completely consumed me. I feel the anger and rage building inside of me. Everyone starts to worry as my eyes turn black as night, and my veins become even darker. You can see them from a good distance. I flap my large black feathered wings and descend into the sky. I hold my palms open, and large spheres of black electricity form. Thypon dodges most of the attacks from the guardians, and the ones that manage to strike him only do minor damage. He laughs at them but stops when he makes eye contact with me. His eyes narrow. Being a giant, he strikes the guardians with his arm, sending them all flying. I throw my electric bolt

"This man killed my unborn child. Eye for an eye! Bring me your firstborn." "Alpha Magnus," I started, as Adira made her way through the crowd, holding a little girl. Both wore flower crowns. She stared at Magnus. We all did. A man in his late twenties stands tall, drawing everyone’s attention. His long, jet-black hair falls past his shoulders, framing a chiseled, stern face. His golden eyes are intense and almost otherworldly, giving him a mysterious air. He has broad shoulders and a strong, athletic build, making him look imposing. Intricate tattoos wind across his arms and peek above his collar, hinting at stories beneath. His expression is serious, and his sharp features rarely show emot

Where he needs to be hit. "Focus on his mind," a gentle voice speaks to me. She is clothed in glowing blue fabric that I can only see out of the corner of my eye, not that I need to see her. I know that voice. "Tilly." "Follow my lead," she instructs. "This is necessary. He is trapped here. If we're quick, we can end this once and for all." A glowing rope of energy paints a trail through his nerves into his synapses, finding the artificial elements within Wally's skull, bits of wire and silicone that made Magnus' transfer possible. There are so many of them, clustered across his brain.

Magnus said with a grimace, “Issue an order that Sirius will replace Hannah’s position. Send him to Lilyrose with firearms. He must bring back the Nether Viper Sword and Kaze. “Times have changed. We can’t just fight with our fists now. “No one can outrun bullets.” “Yes, sir.” Yves took off. With Yves gone, Magnus’ chilling demeanor vanished. He stumbled back and slumped into a chair. His gaze fell on Kaze’s scroll on the desk. The words seemed to have magic to draw his attention. “Ugh!” Magnus spat out blood, splattering a red trail right before him. “That’s impossible. How could the bastard be so strong?”

A holy-tier powerhouse, the peak existence on this continent at this stage, had appeared! The expressions of Regus and Magnus looked a little odd. The old man said, “Young man, this little guy has the imprint of a holy being on him. Your attack can only offset that imprint at best. You can’t kill him at all, and you’ll lose a life-saving trump card instead. “So, put your mecha beast away. With me around, I’ll ensure your safety today.”

, she smiles. "The same way I'm going to be perfect in tearing you apart if you continue acting so...", Martins is retorting when Magnus glares at him. "Shut up", Magnus commands and Martins sighs. "One of you should bring me that list", he orders. The Alpha Ultra nearest to Gabriella collects the list and quickly brings it over to the Alpha Supreme. Magnus collects the paper immediately it gets to him then looks over the list slowly before looking to Gabriella again. "Well... That's a lot of packs", he chuckles. "So who do they think would make a better Alpha Ultra? Your father?"

His salt and pepper hair was trimmed and styled to perfection, his white button up shirt was pristine, the long sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up his thickly muscled forearms, showing the numerous tattoos decorating his skin. As I stepped into his line of sight a cocky smirk lifted one corner of his lips, he was almost handsome if you ignored the awful things he’d done in the past. He looked a lot alike my father going of the pictures I’d seen in the pack house, though older. “Little Adora, all grown up. Look at you. Keeping my chair warm until I can take it back?” Genesis, or rather Magnus Firestone, oozed confidence, and superiority, it was almost sickening.

But soon she shrugged it, replying, "Orlee and Kaal are of a different level than ours. Even if fought against them all together, even with a single one, we are bound to be defeated. Orlee has never shown us any of her powers, not even when she would fight with us. And for Kaal, we still don't know what those tentacles are." Chungyong interrupted her with, "Now if I think about it, I guess maybe I have an idea about them." Frea added, "So, what are you waiting for? Do your YONG business and spill the tea like always." He cringed at word yong-business which he felt more of a taunt for his intelligence, but let it slide this time, saying, "I guess it was a dark matter." Gabriel frowned asking,

The impact of the tussle behind him had thrown Kragen a few feet away from them. “Watch out!!!” Liam yelled from a distance, his eyes looking frantic. Kragen picked up a familiar scent from behind him. His eyes narrowed as he turned around cautiously and looked up at the figure, staring down at him. Magnus stood, panting heavily and looking down at him and holding the lifeless body of the rogue he just killed. He threw the body off and looked down menacingly at him. Turning back into his human form, with his eyes still red, Clayton stared up at his brother that also transformed back into his form. His hand went into his dagger and Conrad’s eyes narrowed at that action when he immediately cau