Decepticons 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

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

“They move with a precision we never had. We were brawlers, Master Derek. We fought for every inch of ground with blood and knuckles. They fight with frequencies and algorithms.” “They have to,” Derek Quinton replied, his gaze fixed on his daughter, Davina, who was conferring with Lionel Mack. “The world has changed. The Connors and the Vances were monsters we understood. Peony is something else entirely. She’s a virus that thinks it’s a god. To defeat her, they need to be more than just heirs. They need to be Sovereigns.”

"But you're not going to like it." "I already don't like it," Clara replied. "Spill it." He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Lucian made a deal years ago--a deal with forces you can't begin to understand. That scarred man we saw? He's part of it. They're collectors, and they've come for their payment." "What does that have to do with me?" Clara asked, her voice shaking with fear. "You're the payment," Alexander said directly. The words struck her like a blow to the stomach. "what?"

creatures shattered completely. They exploded into clouds of white powder. "Resonance!" Kai realized. "He's finding their breaking point!" "Keep going, Leo!" I yelled. Leo was acting as a living tuning fork. He slammed the staff down again and again, sweating, pouring his energy into the physical vibration. Thump. Thump. CRACK. Whole rows of the enemy disintegrated under the barrage of gunfire and vibration. We pushed forward. We stepped over the drifts of white dust. "Push them back to the tree line!" Damian ordered. THE ABOMINATION We were winning. We were driving them back. And then, the trees parted. Something stepped out of the forest. It wasn't a soldier. It was a siege engine. It was

Mains hung twisted and snapped, jets spraying water into black, bubbling mire. From the dark maw below, three shapes heaved upward — each the size of a heavy utility vehicle. Ringed bodies sheathed in chitin harder than ballistic plate; no eyes, only circular mandibles lined with diamond‑hard teeth whirring like industrial crushers, spitting green acid that ate the floor on contact. The first caught our vibration and reared four metres high, jaws gaping to strike straight for Declan. "Back!" he roared. He reached toward snapped structural girders overhead.

"The Hive is a distributed consciousness. It does not feel fear. It feels data. It just learned that this planet possesses a physical amplifier—Asher—and a magical blueprint—Elara. It is currently processing how to counter both." General Croft leans forward, her military bearing rigid. "Luna Isla, with respect, my government needs to know what the hell we just fought. Those weren't drones. They were geometric constructs of negative mass. They ate our radar, they ate our magic, and they nearly cracked the Pacific tectonic plate. The masquerade is dead. The UN Security Council knows."

Original lycan demons/ hybrids From the original royal Lycan council Titus Deratho Constance Deratho Hunter Bowie Alrick Bowie Sental Howlers Andre Howlers Blas Banshees Rodger Greyhounds Desto Ivashov Igaro Ivashov Titanics , the Banshees, the Hunters, the Sentinels, the Greyhounds and the Igarus. They can transform from lycans to humans. They are humanoid machine that only knows how to fight and are loyal to the throne, meaning they serve whoever is leader or king and no one else. They lack speech and emotions only a few can speak and its all because of Devaro's influence.

Soundhound said confidently. The sinister guitarist strummed his guitar and a mystical portal opened a few feet in front of Curtis and Ronnie. “Dear God,” Curtis muttered as he stared at the fascinating spectacle. “Almost,” Soundhound replied with a smile, “but I appreciate the compliment.” Out of the black hole marched two, seven-foot-tall Kaiju with humanoid bodies, goat-like faces, and giant sharp claws. That strange symbol that the two workers came across was engraved on each of their left arms. “Oh, please don’t let my associates intimidate you, fine gentlemen. We’re not here to kill you just yet,” he reassured.

Rosalies POV: I woke up with a splitting headache that had me feeling heavier than usual, making me come to an assumption of ōnoki the 3rd tuchikage paying me a visit during my time of obliviousness and using the: Doton kajūgan no justu, one that manipulates gravity allowing him to increase or decrease a persons weight at wish.