Aftermath Transformers Novels & Stories

Her hands were steady. She wasn’t the same girl who went down fourteen years ago. And whatever was coming—she’d meet it standing.

Becca's Pov Was he fucking serious right now! I thought shocked, was he really breaking up with me? Even though I was shocked, I wasn’t really surprised. I had somehow been expecting something to happen after I had overheard a conversation three weeks ago, between Ken and his best friend Pete.

"A little celebration gift for her recovery." Mom nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes! And we should plan a shopping trip. She'll need a whole new wardrobe for when she takes over Aria's business properly." Marcus stood in the doorway, his face pale and his hands shaking. "Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. They looked up at him with bright, expectant faces. "Aria..." he struggled to get the words out. "She's dead." The laughter in the living room stopped abruptly.

He laid there, gasping for breath, his blue eyes now black. “l-lend m-m-me your p-power” he rattled, before digging a hand into my now black fur. His black eyes started to weep; thick, black liquid coursing down his cheeks. I moved to let him stand; the bullets from Slasher and her friend useless now that the darkness over my fur was protecting me. They could do nothing as we went to defend Torch. Trauma wrapped a hand around Torch’s burning, bleeding arm and seemed to absorb the power from it.

I know that it has taken me a long time to get to this point but I'm ready now. I'm not even sure who the leader of this pack is. I don't even think they have one. The pack is having a meeting to decide on its future. It has been a week since the attack. It has been so quiet. Those that were injured are finally healing with the power of Landon and me. We healed all those that we were able to. There were innocent lives lost but their lives will be celebrated.

Directing his gaze ahead, he found himself staring into the angry eyes of the vampires. "Die, you mother—" the commander's statement was abruptly cut short as his head was forcefully severed, soaring through the air. With their commander dead, the ravenous vampires converged upon his lifeless body, eager to drain the last remnants of blood from his veins. The cage door swung open, and the vampires turned their blood-stained faces towards it. "You are free now," a feminine voice declared, as a female figure emerged from behind them, her claws stained crimson. "All of you are free." Her words resonated, and the vampires began to exit the cage, one by one.

Black and red alike. When war ends, this is what shall remain, a voice that didn't belong to her echoed inside her mind. It's only a dream, Eira assured herself but what she saw next numbed all her senses. Her eyes fell on another pile of fresh dead bodies, covered with cuts and gashes. Dead bodies of Cassie, Trish, Nate, Damien, Dana and finally Bella. Her friend's head was half hacked off from her neck and she stared at Eira with her big, lifeless eyes.

Every step Dante took sent a low, vibrating thud through my spine, but the proximity to his alpha-marrow was the only thing keeping my own blood from freezing over as the cold morning wind rushed through the lower tier's structural pillars. "The western transformers are right through this maintenance crawl," Kemi muttered, her hand flashlight cutting a narrow beam of yellow light through the thick, sulfur-heavy fog that hung over the boundary gates. The massive iron structure before us looked like a giant, rusted cage bolted into the titanium spine of the fourth tier. Inside, dozens of high-voltage transformers—each the size of a scrapper hab-block—let out a dangerous, low-pitched scream tha

“Transformer.” I squinted. “Max, you have twenty-three Transformers. We counted yesterday.” “But this one’s different!” Max quickly countered. “That one was a truck. This one... is also a truck. But it’s gray! And it can fly. Maybe.” “Maybe?” Max nodded confidently. “It has wings! I saw on G****e. And I still don’t have the Christmas edition Bumblebee that sings! If I don’t get it... the world will be unbalanced. And I won’t be able to save humanity from destruction.”

At the top of the high green hill lay my parents, and beside them was me. And beside me, there was a tiny grave. That was my tiny child's home. He hadn't had the chance to come to this world. Winston carefully hid in the corners the entire time, watching the others put me into my grave. After three years, I was finally able to leave this place where I experienced love and hate. Winston cried with tears all over his face. "Aryanna, I'm sorry..." I felt my soul dissipating a little bit. The last image before I could remember was Winston signing the agreement to donate his remains.