Decepticons Blackout Novels & Stories

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

"Yes, if you weigh more than 100kg, I'll give you two doses because I only have a few grams here." "Give me two doses anyway, I take so much that I might need another later," the man stretched out his hand and received two pills. "If you're feeling bad at lunchtime, take two more. There's more here," she said, handing him a thermos bottle of water. It was also pink with a cat-shaped lid. "The beginning of psychopathy is coffee without sugar, cold showers, and taking medicine without water," she commented casually. "I like cold showers," Miguel replied with a smile at that comment.

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs. Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger r

Of course he would, Aurelian Kest would control the terrain, just like he controlled everything else. The location was a disused textile warehouse. The rain had stopped, leaving the world wet and gloomy. Our headlights cut through the gloom as we pulled into the vast, empty parking lot. One other vehicle was already there, a matte-black, armored SUV that looked less like a car and more like a missile. Marco parked a deliberate distance away. “I should come in with you.” “No.” I adjusted the cuffs of my black suit jacket. “He’ll have scanners, weapons will be seen as weakness, or provocation, we are just having a conversation not fighting a war yet.”

"Kill the power! Pull everything! If it has a wire, unplug it! You think I’m going to let them track our location?" The team leader lunged forward, yanking the cords straight out of the wall. The glowing monitors died instantly, throwing the room into pitch-blackness. The digital trail was dead. "They’re tracking the medical signal," Moss growled, ripping the clips off Victor’s chest. "We go completely dark. Right now! Get the truck rolling." "Screens are black, Boss," the leader panted. "Bring the decoy blood-delivery van to the loading dock," Moss pointed toward the rear exit. "Make it fast!"

The mysterious black business cars are slowly being transformed into battle vehicles, underneath powerful armored engines appear, and the car like a scarab rushes into battle. Jennifer froze, unable to believe this was the convoy just now. It's amazing how Ivan made them after all. The cars are changed in appearance and structure, slowly running straight into the forest. The space outside was extremely dark, each sound of insects calling was extremely eerie. Jennifer involuntarily shrank back, leaning against Ivan. "Afraid of what?" Ivan looked at her leaning against him, his eyes ferocious. “Who said I was afraid? It's just that I've never experienced this before."

I pulled at his black aura. I sucked all his magic from him. I took every last ounce. His face went slack with pleasure. I didn't look down. I didn't want to see what it did to him. But I was merciless. I took it all. I took every last ounce of the black aura, but I didn't stop. I didn't want to. I wanted all of it. I wanted to make sure he never hurt another person again. He couldn't have any power left. Never again.

If things went on like this, and if someone else got there first and discovered the Sacred Hall ruins, they would lose out. The two men and the cat sped up. In the end, Ding Hao simply took out his beta-stage Qi motorcycle, Black Lightning. It vroomed like a motor, as two long trails of fire spurted out from its engine, carrying Uncle Tianshu and the Demon King, Evil Moon, away. It raced at lightning speed deep into the Bone-burying Forest. Black Lightning was indeed extremely fast. Like a bolt of lightning as its name suggested, it whizzed through the slightly overcast sky.

Nevertheless, the girl answered. "The Black Shadow...?" she repeated but the girl remained nonchalant. Obviously not getting what she's saying. A scoff left past her lips. "Do you not know anything about Black Shadow? Not ringing any bell or something?" Eleonna shook her head innocently, she looked like a kid who denied to her parents about eating some sweets before going to bed. Suzy paused for a minute as she looked away. How the hell did this girl not know about that? Is she bluffing her to make her explain the whole thing?

The deafening roar of cracking masonry reverberates through the subterranean vault, sending shockwaves of vibration up through the soles of my boots and shaking dust from the arched ceiling high above. Chunks of ancient granite heavier than a grown wolf slam into the flagstones with lethal force, obliterating the exact patch of ground I occupied before my instincts forced me into motion. My heart hammers frantically against my ribs as I hit the stone floor hard, rolling instinctively to shield my head and limbs from the deadly rain of falling debris. The sheer destructive power of Governor Blackfang's dark lightning attack is a brutal reminder of the terrifying depths of his abilities, provi