Decepticons Blackout Novels & Stories

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

The days had become a blur of missions, research, and exhaustion. Every day felt like a battle in its own right, not just against the infected but against the fear that hung over everything—especially over Ethan. His powers, once something he could control with ease, were now something else entirely. They were unpredictable, unstable. Every time he used them, I could see the toll it took on his body. His energy would flicker, his breathing would become shallow, and his body would shake as if he was fighting against himself.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

Ding! Red Alert! Ding! Red Alert! Ding! Ding! Ding! RED ALERT! Blackening Value increase-75% The blackening happened so suddenly that Omeo who heard an unfamiliar sound inside his head furrowed his brows, as he was thinking who is it, having to cross a thought that he might have been bonded by a system suddenly made him feel ecstasy but before he feel an un-presented joy of finally having a system despite him not being a hero or Sotiras, a big shadow that was shaped into a weird figure appeared in front of him.

He was the leader of the pack, but in front of me, right now, he looked like a child. I opened my mouth. I didn't howl. I roared. The sound was so loud it knocked the High Priest off his feet. It shattered the glass windows of the palace nearby. The sound of a legend. The sound of Alpha Double. The sound of an impossible breed. My eyes shifted. And I looked at Black. He was still holding Debbie. But he was shaking. He looked at me, and for the first time in his life, he knew he was nothing. I took a step toward him. The ground cracked under my weight. As much as the me inside wanted to destroy every soul here, I wanted to get away. I didn't want more.

Xareth knew. And that night, under the cloak of moonless darkness, he struck. The sky split with the sound of war, shouts, howls, clashing steel, and the hiss of burning arrows. Fire rained down on the desolate land like falling stars, and chaos erupted. I watched, frozen in horror, as Xareth's forces surged forward with ruthless precision. Then, just when I thought the Watchers had abandoned their post, the earth began to groan. And the impossible happened.

I set the phone down beside the obsidian runes and turned back to the vision. Lucas’s aura flickered around him in the water—light corrupted by darkness, gold tinged with black. The corruption was spreading faster than I anticipated. Every time he got closer to Bennett, it grew. Every time he failed to protect himself, it deepened. Soon Lucas would come crawling to me, begging for help. And eventually, when the bond cracked wide open, I would harvest its energy and drink it down like the finest wine. Two Alpha souls, twisted into madness and need? That kind of power could tear kingdoms apart.

Her skin was practically translucent now, golden light pulsing beneath it in time with her heartbeat. "It won't stop," Vivienne said, something like compassion crossing her features. "But you can choose how it proceeds." The first figure appeared in the chamber entrance—Leon Blackthorn's dark suit immaculate despite whatever chaos he'd navigated to reach them. His eyes were no longer human, shifting between obsidian black and midnight blue. Behind him came others: a red-haired man whose skin seemed to shimmer with heat, a pale blonde whose breath frosted the air around him, a silver-eyed man with electricity crackling between his fingers.

that settled over the hangar like a blanket. "You are safe," I whispered into their minds. "The cage is gone." But as the last pod opened, a different kind of chill hit the room. It wasn't Astra’s ice. It was a void. A boy, no older than twelve, sat up. His eyes were entirely black—no iris, no pupil. And where the others projected fear or rage, he projected nothing. "Who is he?" I asked Hecate. The old woman’s face paled. "He is the 'Null.' The Council’s answer to your father’s royalty. If you are the light that leads the pack, Rose, he was designed to be the darkness that swallows it."

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.