Decepticons Blackout Novels & Stories

Marlo resists even moving an inch in his seat. He doesn't believe this little Alkhun would be able to such a high-level mana-wall that easily. "It might really break." Athena was wearing a worried expression. "You think?" Roswald asked. "Shut up!! It is not gonna broke." Marlo shouted that left everyone silent. The Blackhole still keeps expanding and almost reaching the mana wall. A glitch in mana can be seen at the mana wall. "If this continues, it will definitely break," Pamela stated that catching the attention of the team.

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

For the first time since the accident in Arusha, his powers were entirely, fundamentally useless. "You see, Baraka," Nyosi said softly, her voice echoing in the silent command center. "You rely on momentum. You rely on heat, friction, and impact. But Asset Null is the absence of all those things. You are fighting the concept of absolute zero." Null tilted his head, his pitch-black eyes staring blankly at Baraka. The mutant showed no emotion, no malice, no fear. He was a blank slate—a weapon completely lobotomized of its humanity, serving only the Iron Lady.

"This is the beginning." ​The Total Blackout ​Leo didn't wait for the Paladin to recover. He reached out and grabbed the central coolant pipe of the server room. With a surge of "Null" energy, he didn't just break the pipe, he flash-froze the entire system. ​"Sophia, jump!"

Ren switched his visual feeds to ambient-light amplification. Emerging from the pitch-black shadows of the dead Sector 6 streets were shapes. They were sleek, humanoid, and entirely painted in light-absorbing vantablack. They didn't carry kinetic rifles. They carried long, vibrating, high-frequency monomolecular blades that emitted no heat and no light. "Target lock failed," Ren's internal system warned him. The Behemoth's advanced AI couldn't track the entities. They were invisible to radar, thermal, and electronic scans. "What are they?" Leo asked, straining to see the monitors.

She looked around and activated the mic, “All clear.” “Two agents are on their way,” she heard the boss say. Vicky cleared her throat and opened the door to be welcomed by the sound of the medical devices connected to the patient’s body. She pressed her lips when she saw Black Tiger lying on the bed. His naked torso was covered with scars and bruises. Bandages were around his chest, where he was shot. Vicky felt sad even though she and the mysterious agent have never shared a conversation. Black Tiger is someone calm, almost invisible, but his presence is very strong among them. He doesn’t need words to prove to the agents that he’s the best of all of them.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Little did he know, his judgment was based on an outdated perception of who I used to be. Thronesman's disappointment was no longer concealed as he began addressing the gathering. "Tonight," he announced, his voice resonating with solemnity, "my daughter, the future Alpha and Luna of the Dark Knight pack, has made her choice to unite with Landon, the Alpha of the White Fang pack. They are to become one. With this decision, my beloved daughter, Mirage, will relinquish her alliance and position within her current pack to pave the way for a seamless journey to her husband's pack. Mirage," he beckoned, "step forward."

With an earth-shattering tearing sound, a phantom with a crown on his head and a black robe on his back, exuding a rotten spirit, slowly floated out. The rotten power around phantom had reached its limit, but the strangest thing was that there was not a trace of flesh on phantom's face. It was completely replaced by white bones. In his hand was a black sickle, as if a Death God had come in person. Swoosh With the appearance of the other party, his fingers instantly pointed at Zephyr Khan. A vast power had been unleashed. It was a huge black palm, with amazing destructive power flashing from top to bottom.

The very foundation of the mountain groaned, and the floor beneath them buckled, sending a tremor through the stone that felt like a dying heartbeat. From the smoke-filled hallway, the first of the Black-Sun Units emerged. They didn't walk; they glided. They were encased in liquid-metal suits that shimmered with a cold, ultraviolet light, their surfaces constantly shifting like mercury. They bore no faces, only smooth, reflective visors. They didn't carry conventional weapons; each held a staff of dark, translucent obsidian that hummed with the captive power of a dying star. Alexander stepped in front of her, his boots crunching on broken glass. He drew the broken hilt of his high-frequency