Wheeljack X Ratchet Novels & Stories

Jack crawled to a standing position, his clothes torn and ratty, his body bruised from the hellfire. His icy stare narrowed in on Demetria and then Jane. "There is the mutt that started all of my problems. The one that took my pendant. You think I'm scared because you're a hybrid." Jane snarled. Jack grinned. "You're going to regret the day your dad ever screwed your mother, mutt." He took a few steps, bracing his arms at the array of creatures ready to kill him, and whispered under his breath. Demetria felt the earth cracking beneath

Roberto suddenly yanked Richo’s hair, causing him immediate pain. “Ouch! Let go! Let go! If I die, 001 will find you and make everyone target you! I’m a member of the Golden Circle!” Richo screamed, his anger boiling over. Jaxter raised a hand and wiggled his index finger. Roberto released his grip, standing not far from Richo, who spat at him. Roberto sighed, watching the scene as if to say, “Have fun.” “You know, I don’t like to play games. I can do things you think I can’t. So don’t force me to show you who I really am.” Jaxter said calmly, his demeanor and the cold aura around him intensifying the fear in Richo.

A squinty-eyed Jack said, "No, buddy, I drove this truck! Why don't you guys do one thing! Check the brake! It's safer to double-check!" All the werewolves agreed with Jack and went to the other side of the truck that wasn't facing the warehouse. They quickly hopped inside and Jack had a smile on his face. Things were going on as per his plan. Jack quickly turned around and gestured to Skyla to come out. Skyla understood the cue and walked frantically with light footsteps.

“You and I will fight like warriors. If you win, I'll tell you my goal. And if you lose, your life will be mine.” Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could k

I admitted, looking up at her. "I agree," Jax said. The edge was gone from his voice. The rivalry had melted into a fun, teasing energy. "Though I still think I hit the stone first." "In your dreams, Enforcer," I laughed. Raven reached out, one hand ruffling my hair and the other stroking Jax’s bearded jaw. "You both hit it at the same time. You’re two sides of the same coin. Jax is the iron, and Cole is the spark. I need both of you to keep me grounded."

He didn't know what to say, angry and had no time to think about what came out of his lips. But at the same time he meant every word he said, ready to kill Jon and Mira now! "You damned one, kill your best friend, she's the one who made a deal against you." John wanted to distract him zen? His eyes shook with clear refraction and Brene, who shrieked in fear as Jon shoved him forcefully away from him , " Run n, Jack start attacking!" He ordered through the League, taking advantage of the presence of the Vampire Chief here, and helping Lucas imprison them, meaning they have no leader! While he has his father, his beta and Aaron

The Tier 2 zombie's massive body was hurled through the air, slamming into the factory wall and taking out half the brickwork. Before it could get up, Jake spun the RV around in a perfect drift and reversed. The rear wheels, fitted with hub grinder spikes, mercilessly rolled over its wounded legs. CRACK! The sound of snapping bones was crisp and satisfying. "ROOOAAAR—!!!" The giant zombie howled in agony, trying to swing its I-beam in retaliation. "Keep screaming. See how long you last." Jake's face was stone. He shifted gears and charged again. CRUNCH!

The vibration traveled up through the stone floor, settling in my jaw. I looked up. A growl built in my throat, a guttural vibration that rattled my own teeth. Rax and his rebels were standing at the tunnel entrance. They had watched it all—the rise of the Phantom Wolf, the collapse, the return. Their skin was pale. Their hands shook so hard their rifles rattled. They looked like men who had seen the face of God and realized He had teeth. Rax walked forward. He moved slowly, his boots scraping against the grating—sharp, dry, too loud in the silence. He lowered his rifle. The barrel touched the ground with a dull metallic snap.

The Revers had parked their massive, spiked choppers right in the middle of the holographic botanical gardens, completely ignoring the synthesized chirping of digital birds. Jax had claimed a sleek, geometric quartz fountain as his personal armory, sharpening his phased gear-axe on the edge of the basin. "I feel bad for the floors," Jax grunted, spitting the end of a cigar onto the glowing smart-glass. "It's like tracking mud into an operating room." "Get used to it," Dax said, walking past the mercenary leader. The President of the Iron Wolves hadn't taken his heavy leather cut off, though he had finally washed the dried blood from his face. "We aren't leaving. This is our forward operating

"Do it! Or we all die!" Jack looked at the helicopter circling back for another run. He looked at the black water. He cursed. He gunned the engine. His snowmobile leaped forward, but it didn't have enough runway to reach top speed. Sebastian’s snowmobile roared up behind him. CRUNCH. Sebastian rammed the front of his machine into the back of Jack’s sled. The Ratnik-3 Exoskeleton whirred as Sebastian stood up on the pedals, using his enhanced strength to force the machine down, creating more traction.