Blackout Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

The temperature dropped as we descended, and ice began forming on the pipes. "We're under the main building now," Zephyr said. "Sublevel three." "Two more to go." That's when the lights went out. Emergency power kicked in a second later, but in that moment of darkness, I heard it—breathing that wasn't ours, movement in the walls themselves. "We're not alone," Marcus whispered. "No," a familiar voice said, "you're not." Professor Blackthorn stepped out of a hidden doorway, but like everything else in this nightmare, he'd been transformed. Half his body was silver-scaled, the other half raw muscle and exposed bone. He moved with impossible grace for something so broken.

Cipher tapped furiously, searching for vulnerabilities in the power grid. Inside the containment unit, the black liquid grew more violent. The hum turned into a roar. Victoria’s smug expression cracked as she noticed their actions. “You’re wasting your time! The system will adapt! It’s self-regulating!” Suddenly, the black shape inside shifted again, this time, it wasn’t just Elias. The skeletal head reformed, and behind it, a ghostly image of David appeared. His mouth opened in a silent scream, full of pain. “He… used… me… freedom… help…”

"You’re destroying seventy years of our family's work! You’re making us peasants!" "We were always peasants, Mother," Ethan said, his voice cold and clear over the rising hum of the servers. "We were just peasants with bigger cages. Now, nobody owns the ledger." The Blackout Suddenly, the hum reached a crescendo and snapped into a deafening silence. The clinic plunged into darkness. The emergency red lights flickered to life, casting long, bloody shadows across the white marble. The "Great Reset" had begun. In this moment, every debt held by the Trident Group, every blackmail file, every secret offshore account tied to the Hawke-Van Dyne merger, ceased to exist.

Since becoming a cultivator, all these thoughts and actions rushed into him and shielded him from the darkness. Beads of sweat came to Blake Prime’s forehead. It wasn’t the power that would destroy him, but not facing his faults and worries and moving deep into the depression of darkness. A golden cloud released lightning when Blake relaxed, less anxious from the darkness receding. A bright golden lightning the exact size of the first arrived and broke into many, entering all of the Blakes.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

side Trixie, Kord & Pronto got their blasters pointing at the door while Eli Shane was at the door knocking then *BANG!!!* The door was opening at the same time Pronto, Kord & Trixie were knocked back due to massive air flow. “What the?” said Trixie “go!! Go find Martis, Phobos & Deimos!!” I shouted as I pointed my Galeemic Flare blaster at Pronto, Kord & Trixie while I pointed my Dharkonic Shroud blaster at Eli Shane “drop your blasters or I won’t hesitate to shoot” I said “make us!!” Trixie shouted I pointed my Dharkonic Shroud at Trixie “one more time or I’ll make you ghoulified!!” I shouted as I grabbed Dark Water “okay, okay” I looked at Kord, Trixie & Pronto put their blaster on the f

The moment of truth. My fingers were inches from the chip when the entire wall of windows behind Jeff exploded inwards. The world dissolved into a shower of screaming glass and roaring wind. A sleek, black aerial drone hovered where the window had been, its weapons systems humming with lethal intent. Standing in the jagged opening, silhouetted against the city lights, was Prime. Her obsidian eyes glinted, and her voice cut through the chaos, cold and absolute. “The emotional compromise is complete,” she stated, her rifle rising again, not toward me, but toward Jeff. “Targeting the architect. Eliminating the corruption at its source.”

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

"If we reverse the polarity of the magnetic levitation rings, the Prism will act as a giant inductor. It will suck every kilowatt from the Santa Clara substation in a single microsecond. The grid will melt, the transformers will explode, and the Hub’s physical locks will pop." Marrow and Silas moved to the primary power couplers, their muscles straining as they pried back the lead shielding. The energy inside was a visible, crackling blue. Using the Aether-dampeners they had brought from the castle, they began to "tune" the couplers, forcing the frequency of the Prism into a destructive feedback loop with the city's power supply. "I'm initiating the 'Blackout Protocol'!" Cassius yelled. The