Decepticons Ship Novels & Stories

Kael commanded, his voice sounding thin without the Alpha's roar. "No," Elara said, her eyes wide with terror but her jaw set. "If the Anchor is gone, we don't fight as shifters. We fight as a pack." The first boarding pod slammed into the deck of the Aegir’s Wake. The doors hissed open, and six soldiers in "Null-Suits"—heavy, lead-lined armor—stepped out, carrying electrified batons and sonic rifles. The Deep-Sea Counter-Signal

The surface rippled with a faint blue light, revealing the hidden intricacies beneath. The heart of the security lay in the twin sensors embedded within the door—an advanced face recognition system and a piercing eye recognition mechanism. The face recognition module, marked by discreet sensors, scanned Landon's features with meticulous precision. It analyzed the contours of his face, mapping each nuance, seeking the match that would grant passage.

A standing ovation was given for the comedy that was her tearing into Loki. Everyone settled back down because it was planning time now that we had the knowledge of how to destroy them. “What’s our next step?” Bronx asked. “First off, we need to all learn how to fight Demacores. They’re a brutal species. They have a hidden set of razor-sharp teeth that can descend with the bite force equal to a Nile Crocodile. They have two forms. About as tall as Cai,” Ziyah said, having Caiathus stand up. “They have wings that can be used as weapons but are flightless. Not sure what Loki was smoking when he thought up that design. The second form doesn’t have wings but does have enhanced muscles. Their nec

“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.

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.”

Lucas was driving his bike happily because there are no bodyguards following them, feeling free he didn't notice a car swerved around a corner and it hit him, an explosion occur. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I am happy for him if he is happy, but we all know he will have his hands full with her. “At least we don’t have to worry about the kids anymore,” Loki says and I nod, looking towards Selene’s grave where Mia is talking to Tank and Shelby’s mother and father. She looks so incredibly happy…and beautiful, but I quickly push the thought away. “Yeah, that is a good thing,” I agree with him, “But I am still unsure of them,” I admit. It was a surprise to see them emerge from the tunnel, but we were all happy to see them… until they became shifty and wouldn’t answer questions truthfully about where they had been.

The lances were so efficient that it only took a single pass to obliterate every layer of their armor. All that was left after their initial swipe was the blackened and charred remains of the carbon lattice that held it all together. And of course, sections of the ship’s structure and various modules and systems beneath. When the Einherjar’s tungsten spikes hit, there was absolutely nothing that could even stop them. The spikes punched through the structure as though it didn’t even exist. They all tore through the middle of the ships, perforated numerous decks and passageways and rooms. Each one eviscerated countless machines and modules and people. Sparks and blood were flung in every direc

Audella stated, earning a frown from the others. "Mace is the first recruit of my beloved team, as you see, I chose to make him lead so that he can carry the responsibilities. My doggy cousin." she said as she laughed. The others silently grinned at this while Mace gave her dagger looks. "You spoiled rat." She ignored his reply. "Along with him is Fumiya, his trouble maker best friend. Next to them is Celeste and Shaun," she stopped a bit and looked at the two of them "I only recruited Celeste since she's good in fighting, but out of nowhere Shaun appeared and begged me to let him in," Shaun frown when she used the word 'begged' "Then your sister, Eleanor."

A lucky few passed in their sleep. What will my fate be? The officer wondered. The horn sounded, thousands of feet padded through the ark's labyrinthine passageways, and the stars wheeled above. * * * Legion out post NB-23-11E had been a spaceship once, but those days were more than forty years in the past, when thousands of vessels had been decommissioned after the second Dodvalian war. Many had been scrapped, or sold into civilian service, but not the DE-504, an honorable hull that had seen action off Byron and been credited with seven kills.