Decepticons Ship Novels & Stories

They were sleek, featureless spheres of white light that moved with terrifying, mathematical precision. ​"They’re de-fragging the area!" Ren yelled. "Leo! Anything they touch is being consolidated into grey cubes!" ​"Kaelen! Maya! Protect the ship!" Leo commanded. ​Kaelen roared, his silver-metal skin expanding into a Fortress-Class barrier. He stood at the base of the Icarus-Draft, his fists smashing the white spheres into showers of sparks. Every time a Sentinel tried to consolidate the ship, Kaelen’s physical noise forced the bot to recalculate, buying them seconds.

"We have a massive energy spike at the edge of the solar system! A vanguard ship just dropped out of stealth. It’s... it’s hideous." Jack pulled the visual up on the main screen. The vessel was a nightmare. It had the sleek, geometric, white-hull design of an Ouroboros dreadnought, but it was violently infected with the Devourer’s dark matter. Pulsing, fleshy purple tendrils wrapped around the hull, and its main cannon was a grotesque, biomechanical maw glowing with pure, destructive entropy. "It’s firing a dark-matter railgun directly at Earth!" Alia yelled.

She tossed a crushed, metallic cylinder at Dax’s feet. "The beacon is dead, but the handshake completed," Reyes reported, her breathing heavy. "The armada has our exact coordinates. And Steele... they aren't just sending drop-ships. I pulled the telemetry from the spy's cranial implant before I zeroed him. They've deployed the Solaris-Class Dreadnoughts." "How big are they?" Dax asked, not taking his eyes off the horizon. "Big enough to block out the sun," Reyes said grimly. "They don't land. They hover in low orbit and drop Hell-Pods kinetic drilling transports designed to bypass energy shields by burrowing through the bedrock underneath them."

The biological fleet didn't descend like an invading force; it settled over the Mosaic-World like a returning lung. The ships were made of pulsing muscle, bone-white hulls, and veins that flowed with liquid gold. From the lead ship, a ramp of living tissue extended. A man stepped out who was the perfect, unblemished version of Leo—the "Original" from which the "Template" had been copied. He wore a suit of silk and neuro-conductive thread, and his eyes held the terrifying coldness of someone who had never known a "Hollow" chest because he was already full of himself.

Right now, she is acting all close to us because of the mate bond, and once she gets in power and breaks this bond, then she wouldn’t have any reason to stay with us. ‘You’re overthinking, Thunder. I know you’re thinking about Daniel’s warning that he had given us yesterday when Lina had left for her room. Then let me tell you that we shouldn’t let other words influence our minds. Trusting her is our decision, proving it is in her hand. Everything will be fine, okay?’ ‘Okay.’ ‘How do I look?’ ‘I’m sure that her eyes won’t leave you.’, he complicated. ‘John, Wade! What is the status of the warriors?’ I mind-linked both of them at the same time.

At the head of the fleet was the Dreadnought, a leviathan of steel that bore the sigil of a gear entwined with a broken lightning bolt. "They aren't using magic," Félix whispered, his hand shielding his eyes as we stood on the highest balcony of the restored Spire. "I can't feel a single spark of resonance from those ships, Emma. It’s just... dead weight." "It’s not dead, Lixie," I said, my kinetic senses screaming in a way I had never felt before. "It’s anti-magic. It’s a void that doesn't hunger—it just erases."

“You’re our warrior, Aluxious. We protected you all these years so we could end this war and bring peace among the races.” “Do I know him?” The moon goddess nodded. “Don’t underestimate him. He’s got the magic of the elves and the strength of the lycans.” This shit sucked. “We can’t stay for long.” Gaia disappeared. “Huh?” He turned in time to see the moon goddess the following suit, leaving only a trail of silvery mist. Aluxious focused on the little boy, regarding his features. Who are you?

It didn't matter to her since she figured that most of them were given new identification codes so no one would know of their previous owners. She walked by a separate hanger and looked at the number and saw that she had come to the hanger bay Levi had told her about earlier. As she walked in her jaw dropped in awe of the ship, she would be traveling in. It wasn't like the others she had seen. It had a very sleek design, but was still massive. She noticed that it was designed for combat above all things; it had twin plasma cannons on the front and sides. After taking in the size of the vessel she looked around for her pilot. There were several soldiers posted around the ship and technicians

Madam Secretary had felt a glimmer of hope, totally convinced that the heroes would be able to take down the last standing alien life form that seemed to be stronger than all the others—Elektris. The Pentagon’s database had managed to gather information on these heroes over the years, having records of their special abilities. They had names like the Blue Streak, Spartan, the Pink Projectile and their most recent addition, the Viper. The appearance of Lady Death had took them all by surprise after she was spotted to be working alongside the other heroes, given her incriminating past life. Of course they had tried to find out how these people came to be—how they got these powers but no resear

​The molten orange glare of the geothermal siphon cast long, distorted shadows across the massive cavern of Sector 00. As the monolithic black titanium cylinder fully emerged from the liquid stone, the automated cooling manifolds began to hiss, spraying high-pressure nitrogen vapor that swirled around the towering Vanguard Titan Chassis 01.