Decepticons Novels & Stories

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.

"My father got this on my 18th birthday. Champions are different from the first-generation Mobile Armor. They're the true combat Mobile Armors. They were with the Turmann family for countless years. Those Mobile Armors created after Champions were just some soulless broken pieces. They were tall. But they can only be controlled remotely. Humans can't enter those Mobile Armors. Thus, synesthesia systems don't exist for those Mobile Armors. They're just a bunch of meaningless machines."

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Above them, the hover-trains of the Thorne Foundation hummed with the sound of a thousand servers. Leo used a Vance-Frequency Spike—a device he had built from a broken microwave and a moonstone shard—to bypass the train’s biometric locks. The doors hissed open, revealing a cargo hold filled with "Symmetry-Rations" and medical supplies. But as Leo reached for a crate of oxygen-canisters, the lights in the hold turned blood-red. "Warning," a robotic voice boomed. "Unwanted presence detected. Initiating Debt-Collection Protocol." The Collector The crates didn't just sit there; they opened. From within the cargo emerged a squad of Debt-Collectors—androids built in the likeness of the original Th

I tried to act unaffected on the outside, but on the inside my stomach was tumbling. His eyebrows pulled together, "Dammit, Sofia. This isn't a game. Destroying Roman won't be easy and if you fuck this up, I'll make you regret being born." "You can't destroy him. He's too powerful," I hissed. "That's why I have you," he laughed, "The great Roman Moretti will never suspect his scaredy little wife. Trust me, Sofia. Every great empire's destruction started from the inside. Once he's out of the way-" his words trailed off as if he had said too much.

“This doesn’t look like an academy.” Adrian smiled faintly. “Your mother’s instructions. Forgive me.” I scoffed softly and turned my gaze toward the horizon, bathed in dusk. The car passed through a guarded stone gate bearing the sigil of the Northern Lycan Alliance. Inside, torchlight and moonfire illuminated a vast hall carved from black stone. Banners of the northern packs lined the walls. Alphas stood in quiet authority beside their Lunas, while pack elites gathered in measured clusters. This was no dinner.

"The Sovereign-Mates are deemed Irreparable. Initiate Full-Deletion." The Centinel lunged, its limbs made of "Optimization-Scythes."

"A flagship?" I whispered, the word feeling like lead on my tongue. "They’re turning the Earth into a ship?" "Not just a ship," Fenris said, his face illuminated by the flickering red status screens. "A **Dreadnought**. They’ve realized that the 'Intersection'—this hybrid of magic and data—is the perfect fuel. They aren't going to process us one by one anymore. They’re going to fuse the entire biosphere into a singular, sentient engine."

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Rinsed her mouth with clean tap water and then Cleaned her mouth with a napkin. "Every single supernatural in your team, in the action god team, starting from Spark down to Bella, then to Bonafide, Asunda, John, Bobola, even to the most powerful among you guys....Vicoliz, Zeus, Seun and the rest. I made a clone of every one of you. Every damn one of you I made contact with" "But how?"