Decepticons Novels & Stories

But it was what came behind them that truly terrified me. Three figures, each standing twenty feet tall, covered in silver armor that seemed to absorb light. They moved with impossible grace for their size, and where their feet touched the ground, the earth withered. "Titan-class hybrids," Chen whispered—she'd been conscripted as our intelligence officer, her knowledge too valuable to waste. "Theoretical only, I thought. The energy required to maintain that size should be impossible." "Unless they're using multiple power sources," I realized. "How many Moonsingers did the Council really kill? How many did they harvest?"

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.”

The Origin Interceptors The Real Rhys wasn't waiting for the clock. He deployed the Ghost-Hounds. These weren't biological wolves or digital constructs; they were "Remote-Operated" combat drones, piloted by the Origin Corporation’s elite "Black-Ice" hackers. They looked like sleek, chrome spiders, armed with high-frequency "Deletion-Lasers." "They're cutting the nodes!" Jax and Cole screamed, their voices echoing through the city’s smart-audio systems. "The perimeter is shrinking! They're pushing us toward the Origin Tower!"

He said further, bringing out a white box adorned with a suitable logo. Inside it was a silicone mask that had eerily life-like features. “Wow” Jenna's lips formed an ‘Oh'. All her life, she had never seen a silicone mask so it seemed surprising. Without hesitation, Bryan unsealed the box and removed the mask from its resting place, examining it thoroughly. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the details were precise and the details were uncanny. Surprisingly, Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. It felt so scary to be about to wear the exact face of a dead person.

The way he looked at me, the way he talked to me even without talking to me. But I was more worried about why Alfred was using my biological dad's name. Roberts. Why had he chosen my father's name as his original name? "Are you sure you're alright, sister?" Alfred eyed me. "Yes, I am." I replied him, faking a smile. "I don't fancy the name. Infact it reminds me of a dark, shady past that I had fought against. I preferred to be called Alfred Caine." Alfred explained. "Ahh, that means you're never proud of your name." Mrs Skyler put in.

"Move!" Dax roared, shoving my father toward the stolen SUV. "The ceiling is coming down!" But the loading dock wasn't empty anymore. Standing between us and the exit was a nightmare of chrome and hydraulics. A Titan-Sentinel. It was twelve feet tall, a bipedal tank with a rotary cannon for an arm. In the original timeline, this thing had killed three of our best riders. It had taken us six chapters to figure out how to scratch its paint.

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

Agnes’s breath caught in her throat. Victor bore almost no resemblance to the boy she had grown up with at the Vance Gym. His skeletal frame had been brutally expanded, reinforced with jagged dark silver cybernetics that jutted out from his spine, shoulders, and chest. His eyes were entirely black, glowing with a cold, mechanical crimson HUD. The dark silver serum coursing through his visible veins bubbled furiously, generating a localized bio-magnetic vacuum that made the air around him ripple with dark, negative electricity.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

By specialty you mean? "Oh! Let me explain Felix boi." Alex chimed in with a slightly excited tone. "It's like this~ Mike is our leader so he leads the team, deciding on what to do next and what not to do. He's the bravest among all of us. He's also good with those Ouija boards. He uses EMF (electromagnetic field) sensors most of the time."