Decepticons Blackout Novels & Stories

He leaped to the sky and slashed down at Debbie. The sounds of a storm appeared, and the unstoppable power overwhelmed Debbie. Debbie screamed maniacally. She wielded the Death Scythe to battle him. A loud explosion could be heard. Debbie was smashed into the floor. Then, another explosion could be heard. The ground sank with Debbie as the epicenter. She looked very shocked. Wilbur lunged toward the statue of the Dark Underlord. He realized something after the analysis result from his Second Consciousness. He knew that her power source came from the Dark Underlord statue. He could only defeat Debbie if he destroyed the statue.

" She said again after a minute of silence. "I don't care let them be, my power now is almost complete. What has been missing power to me is the all special one, like TIME, BLACKFIRE, ERASE, THUNDER, and DARKNESS. Aside from that I already have all of them so they can't easily defeat me. ________ Lyca"

The door slid open with a hiss, revealing a large chamber lit by harsh fluorescent lights. Inside, the room was filled with monitors and communication equipment, all buzzing with activity. Dozens of operatives worked at consoles, oblivious to the danger lurking just beyond the door. Dominic’s heart pounded. They were close. A voice echoed through the chamber’s speakers. “All units, prepare for Phase Two. The blackout is scheduled for 0200 hours. Ensure the power grid is fully compromised.” Lena whispered in Dominic’s ear, “That’s the countdown.” ⸻ Suddenly, footsteps thundered from the corridor. Nexus reinforcements had arrived.

All of Humanity turns their faces, and their eyes wide open in despair. Thud!! A black gigantic 100 feet humanoid foot thud as it shook the earth from a burning portal, a towering dark image emerges from a dark corrosive smoke with red six eyes gleam from the smoke. Black Death is a 700 feet tall monster. The city skyscraper is but a small object compared to it. Its body is made of black and bright yellow-red flames. Its flames flowed down its body like lava water, it has dark legs and humanoid arms, horns jutting out like a Santa clause reindeer with teeth of a decayed human skull. Dark corrosive steam smoke jotting out of his mouth. It glared at the city in front of it. Black Death could b

The vibrations from the Debt-Eater grinding against the Galactic Mint’s vault door shook the very soles of Jack’s boots. The beast was a monument to gluttony, its segmented body bulging with stolen, conceptual wealth. "Jack, conventional weapons are registering as zero-yield," Ben reported frantically. "If you hit it with kinetic force or energy, it just audits the attack, assesses its value, and eats it. You can't punch a black hole of debt!" "I'm not going to punch it," Jack sprinted across the golden hull, the Valkyrie-Apex armor propelling him forward. "I'm going to cause an inflation crisis."

He inverted it," Leo interrupted. He was staring at the floor, his eyes unfocused. "He didn't get rid of his power," Leo said. "He turned it inside out. A Prime pushes energy out. The Architect pulls energy in. He's a black hole." He looked at Damian. "That's why he wears the mask. If he takes it off... he eats the light around him." "A living black hole," Kai muttered. "Great. And we're hiding in a city powered by a star. We're basically serving ourselves up on a heated platter." "He doesn't just want to eat the Star," Silas said. "He wants to invert it. If he throws the

We were in space, looking at the black hole. I turned angrily to tell something at her when out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a flash of light and she pulled me out of the way. The blast hit a planet and the planet was disintegrated. My eyes followed the blast back to its source. There was X fighting his father. The cloak was gone, revealing his full body. He was clad in black armour that seemed to shift and writhe. All the while he fought, he wore his mad grin.

His face was pinched with effort. “Mommy, the black ships are talking,” Leo said, pointing at the sky. “They say we’re ‘broken parts.’ They say they’re here to clean up the junk.” Suddenly, the window shattered. But the glass didn’t fall; it just turned to black dust. Five figures stepped through. No armor—because their bodies were armor. They looked like liquid shadows shaped like people, with no faces, just a single glowing purple eye set in the middle of their heads. “The Cleaners,” Silas breathed, backing away.

The building collapsed, ensuring that no evidence of their presence would remain. Mikhail glanced at his team, satisfaction in his eyes. "Good work, everyone. Let's get out of here." They drove into the night, leaving behind a scene of utter destruction, their mission accomplished with ruthless precision. ----- ★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon returned home to the Blue Moon Pack, his mood dark. He entered his mother's room, where she sat, rocking back and forth, her eyes vacant. "Mom," he said softly. She looked up, her eyes filling with rage. "You killed your brother! You monster!"

of the alliance, representing the three cities and three distinct philosophies of power. "It’s beautiful, in a terrifying way," Leo Remy whispered, his hands hovering over the device’s cooling fins. "Silas hasn't just built a processor; he’s built a digital black hole. It’s not just erasing the data; it’s consuming the energy of the city’s grid to power the Weaver’s evolution."