Blackout Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

"You'll be presented to the assembled packs first, then formally recognised as the Blackthorne heir. After that comes the shifting ceremony under the full moon." I nodded, trying to memorise every detail. "And that's when they're most likely to make their move?" "During the shifting," he confirmed. "You'll be vulnerable during the transformation, unable to defend yourself effectively." Through our bond, I felt my mates' protective fury spike. Their combined rage was so intense it made my breath catch. "We'll be ready," Brent said, his voice deadly quiet.

One of them paused on the picture of Ethan Grayson standing guard in front of Leena, the room illuminated by a single emergency light. My jaw clenched. "They remain together." “Indeed, sir.” However, they are not the only ones. Zack Stanford and Kara Davis were present as well. "Thus, Niina Willis was." "And Charles?" "Wounded." Living. “Yet whoever planned this blackout aimed to keep him quiet.” I leaned ahead. “By whom?” Nathaniel paused. "That’s the issue, sir." We have no idea. However, the transmitter located in the vent—our technology team verifies it was constructed with a prototype taken from one of our research and development divisions.”

‘Plus, we will rip out the throats of any alpha trying to take what’s ours! Admittedly, Kral is right. It’s easier to withdraw her, but then I lose on my investment, and it may damage my friendship with Parker. We have been friends since we were kids. He’s never let me down when I needed help. I can’t let him down now. Here I was saying that I wanted to let things happen naturally, according to the Moon Goddess’s will, and now I’m in this position. It’s ironic. ‘It’s still Moon Goddess’s will, Ames! We found our mate. Everything else is just noise. Say yes, and we get to spend time with our mate!’

I raised my hand, my fingers tracing the air as I isolated Gideon’s transmission frequency. "I am going to execute a Blackout Exploit," I stated. "I will inject a localized script into the pack's primary ley line, severing Gideon’s connection to the High Council’s hub. For exactly ninety seconds, the entire village will suffer a total communications blackout. The Vanguard will lose their remote directives. Their latency will spike." I finally turned my head, my amber eyes locking onto his. "Ninety seconds, Alpha. That is your execution window. Go wipe his script from my earth."

"My daughter has the technology, but I have the codes. I’ve lived in her shadow for five years, playing the 'grateful father' while she treated me like a servant." Suddenly, the ground began to vibrate. A low, rhythmic thumping echoed from the Vash Pack mansion. "What is that?" Lena shrieked, her composure breaking. Vanessa’s face went stone-cold. "That’s the heartbeat of my pack. Marcus! Code Blackout!". Vanessa’s POV In an instant, every light in the forest vanished. The advanced night-vision goggles Dickson’s men wore shrieked with feedback as I triggered a high-frequency EMP. Screams erupted in the dark.

“The grid’s gone. Not just local—this is bigger. Much bigger.” Emma’s pulse thundered in her ears. She hadn’t seen darkness like this in years. Cities always glowed, even in their worst ruins. But this was absolute, the kind of void where you could forget your own shape. She gripped the dead pulse device like it was a lifeline. “Blackout pulse,” Nolan muttered, scrambling for tools. “They must have triggered a synchronized disruption across every node in the system.” He clicked a flashlight on and immediately cursed—the beam flickered and died in less than a second. “EMP resonance. They’re frying circuits in waves.”

The room grew darker and his energy surged. Without warning, the doors behind us burst open, and soldiers from the G.H.C. They were heavily armed in their robots suits as they took positions beside the Prime Order. I realized then that this had been the plan all along—an effort between the Prime Order and the G.H.C soldiers to take down Blackthorn. The battle that followed was chaotic. Shadows clashed with energy blasts, fists met steel, and the sound of fights filled the room. Phantom was everywhere at once, dodging Damon’s attacks.The rest of the Prime Order were engaged in their own fights, holding back Damon’s shadow creatures.

Leo was standing near the treads of the Behemoth, using a heavy plasma torch to weld thick plates of scavenged Blackwatch APC armor onto a gutted civilian transport truck, turning it into a makeshift mobile bunker. "We're blind beyond a two-mile radius, Torque," Leo grunted, lifting his welding mask. Sweat poured down his face. "With Kara severing the global satellite mesh to protect the mainframe, our early warning systems are completely dark. If Sector Prime sends an orbital drop, we won't see it until it's burning through the atmosphere."

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.