Aftermath Transformers Novels & Stories

Lucian said with a reassuring smile, "I'll find you after everything is over," Lucifer's gaze drifted weakly to Alexa, the silver-cloaked bullets draining him of his life force with each passing moment. The searing pain of his wounds was a grim reminder that his time in this world was coming to a close. Despite his supernatural resilience, his body refused to heal, and he knew deep down that the end was near.

It's already midnight, Katlyn and Grey are sleeping in one bed when she suddenly flinched because of the dream she is having. *** She was running out of the unknown house and when she went outside, a red car hit her all of a sudden, caused her to fall on the ground. But before she lost consciousness, she saw the plate number of the car who was driving away from her. The plate number was TU23 DRT. She crawled and asked for help after being hit, until she couldn't take any longer and she lost her sight.

Here's what happened exactly; After the war broke out between the Fenris Twins, the Brotherhood ended up loosing their powers due to the out blast. But, we all went into hiding. 12 years later, after learning of the fight between the Sentinels and mutants, we all decided to head back to our various homes. I don't know how the Sentinels were able to track us down but we got captured.

"But I still don't understand what the talk has to do with your plan with the formula for more drugs." Queenie scoffed, turning her face back to Mishael. "True. I've deviated from my storyline." The man replied, flashing an apologetic smile. "My father spent all his life's savings on Transformers because he knew he'd get more out of the product. The Transformers' drugs boost the human body. Increases things like speed, retention ability and some special abilities one might acquire as a side effect."

My heart aches at the sight, and I see Matt and Kim approach him with somber expressions, their eyes filled with sorrow and respect for the fallen. Just then, my dad lands nearby with a soft thud, his powerful form shifting gracefully back into that of a human. The transformation is both jarring and awe-inspiring, reminding me of the strength that we possess as a united force. One of the other warriors, still panting from the exertion, rushes over and hands my dad a pair of shorts, a practical gesture amidst the chaos—a reminder of the humanity we fight to protect in a world that often feels so wild and unforgiving.

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.

Angela sat in her bed holding Adam, silver lines visible on both of them now as stress triggered their transformations. "They're coming for us, aren't they?" she asked quietly. "Yeah," I said, not bothering to lie. "But they'll have to go through me first." The silver fire in my veins pulsed in agreement, power building for what was coming. Outside, the battle raged as our pack fought to protect what mattered most. Inside, we waited with a telepathic baby and a transformed sister and enough silver-blessed power to level a city block if necessary. The augments wanted a war? They were about to get one.

"We handled the Board. We can handle a few angry grandpas." "They aren't grandpas," Reyes said grimly. "They’ve spent the last century synthesizing their consciousness with pre-war combat AI. They are post-human. And they are waking up the Prime Forges. Neo-Angeles isn't a city anymore; it's a war machine. And they are expanding." Dax lowered his SMG an inch. He looked at the massive, crippled Crawler. Its treads were completely blown, and smoke was billowing from the primary intake vents. It wasn't going anywhere.

I know everyone means well, I just can’t take their grief and kind words right now. Zain stands up and walks up the steps into the house. As usual he is in all black. He returns shortly with a folder and begins to show me his drawings. “I wanted to be a cartoonist before the Army killed my hopes and dreams.” This was new information and did the trick to refocus my mind on something other than the darkness. Keeping the scene of finding Ryan away for the moment. Zains deep voice telling stories about each character sooths me for the moment.

She fell back onto the bed, her eyes wide open, her voice now reduced to a whisper. "Karma… will come back… to bite you…" Before she could finish, she passed away. Dad and Mom both heard Grandma's last words. They trembled uncontrollably. After all, everyone's afraid of karma.