transformers armada

NOVEL SUMMARY: Downey was a cargo driver until he crossed to Marvel. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Hulk and Abomination enthusiastically carrying out the demolition work on the streets of New York. He suddenly turned black and awakened in shock. With the variant ability of “, he began to modify his minivan, which he named “Optimus Prime” step by step. Magneto: “So, Downey’s ability is to control metal? Is it?” Iron Man: “So, in the future, my suit is temporarily broken, and Downey will be responsible for putting me a layer of mecha.” I don’t own anything this is not my novel. I’m just bringing it from MTLNOVEL Alternate Title: 美漫里的变形金刚 Author: Great Demon Genre: Action, Adventure, Fan-Fiction, Sci-fi Tags: Antihero Protagonist, Artificial Intelligence, Fan-fiction, Fanfiction, Male Protagonist, Marvel. I don’t own anything this is not my novel. I’m just bringing it from MTLNOVEL LINK: https://www.mtlnovel.com/transformers-in-marvel/

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Downey was a cargo driver until he crossed to Marvel. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Hulk and Abomination enthusiastically carrying out the demolition work on the streets of New York. He suddenly turned black and awakened in shock. With the variant ability of “, he began to modify his minivan, which he named “Optimus Prime” step by step. Magneto: “So, Downey’s ability is to control metal? Is it?” Iron Man: “So, in the future, my suit is temporarily broken, and Downey will be responsible for putting me a layer of mecha.” P.s: this is a Chinese novel but doesn't worry it is not racist and if you do see a racist text tell me and I will change it or delete it completely. Author : Great Demon

Maalick Gamble est le meilleur soldat sortant du processus de sélection du SAS, l'unité de force spéciale britannique. Son physique travaillée au fil des années liées à son génie tactique, lui auraient valut sûrement valu bon nombres de médailles et les remerciements de l'armée, s'il n'était pas obsédé par Happy Face. Tueur de masse considéré comme terroriste par les autorités du monde, il sévit depuis 20ans maintenant en commettant des explosions, prises d'otages, meurtres et d'autres crimes horrible qu'ils considèrent comme "art". Dont celui de sa figure maternelle, Margaret Gamble. Depuis le jour de sa mort, il n'a cessé de s'entraîner physiquement et mentalement pour atteindre son objectif. Lui mettre une balle dans la tête. Malheureusement le destin en à décidé autrement. Alors qu'il était dans son appartement, Maalick fut transportée en un clin d'œil dans une pièce entourée de personne qu'il n'avait jamais vu. Mais la chose la plus étrange à ce moment précis était la présence de cet homme qui se faisait appeler, le Designer. Il leur expliqua que les personnes ici présente, qu'il appelle candidat, seront transportés dans un monde fantaisiste appelé Lockarte avec des pouvoirs conférés par leur Entité ainsi que par le "système", car ils s'ennuient. Voyagez dans ce monde sombre avec Maalick, dans Armada. [ Information de l'Othaur : ] [ Uptate de 1 chapitre tous les jours à 18h00 sauf les week-end ]

Maalick Gamble is the best soldier to come out of the selection process of the SAS, the British special forces unit. His physique, honed over the years, combined with his tactical genius, would have earned him many medals and the thanks of the army, if he wasn't obsessed with Happy Face. A mass murderer considered a terrorist by the world's authorities, he has been on the rampage for 20 years now committing explosions, hostage taking, murders and other horrific crimes that they consider "art". Including that of his mother figure, Margaret Gamble. Since the day she died, he has been training physically and mentally to achieve his goal. To put a bullet in her head. Unfortunately, fate decided otherwise. While he was in his apartment, Maalick was transported in the blink of an eye to a room surrounded by people he had never seen. But the strangest thing at that moment was the presence of this man who called himself the Designer. He explained to them that the people here, whom he called a candidate, would be transported to a fantasy world called Lockarte with powers conferred by their Entity as well as by the "system", because they were bored. Travel to this dark world with Maalick, in Armada. [ Othaur information : ] [ Uptate of 1 chapter every day at 6:00 pm except weekends ]

The Rusty War between factions ended. A new era began. Optimus saved everyone and in doing so, broke reality itself. Welcome to a world where the rules no longer apply, where the old limits shatter and nothing is impossible. Unexpected truces. Unlikely alliances. Pure madness. Pure chaos. This Novel Is The Revised Version Of Transformers The Darkest Prime that is On Wattpad and Now Shelved. This novel is being migrated to another novel which will take a few time.

Hello everyone, I was reading a few cross over comics that included Batman and Spiderman crossover to Captain America and Transformers crossover to fanfics that included Pokemon and Transformers crossovers. It looked like fun so I decided to write this while I am having a bit of writers block. BTW this will be like a short novel, less than 30 chapters. It will not be a full fledged book. If anyone wants to make these ideas full on books go ahead. Just give me a heads up because I would love to read them too. :D

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.