Megatron And The Fallen Novels & Stories

"But it's only a dream love. It's not real." "But that wasn't the worst part Dad." Max said sitting up and facing Damon with wide worried eyes. Magnus watched Max, feeling his body tense with a deep feeling of dread. Max wiped his nose with the corner of his blanket as his eyes began to well with tears. "A m-monster came out of the pond...a giant, red beast..." ...with broken wings of dazzling white flames and eyes so dark and merciless, to look upon them would destroy your mind and leave you screaming and writhing in agony... Damon shuddered as Max's monster appeared before his eyes, rising from a pool of pitch and flames.

“Alright, My Girl…You are powerful so I will respect your choice for now. But listen to me well, should he or you turn back into the dark and begin again hurting those in this commune, I will come for you both.” I felt the sincerity in his words and knew a trickle of fear. “I won’t let him.” I forced strength into my tone. “Hope not.” He dropped my chin and turned away. Walking a few steps before my voice stopped him. “What is that bird?” I’d rarely seen any of the like. He lifted the one to smile fondly at it. “They’re Sentinels. They carry messages to me. This particular lad is one of my favorites. One of the oldest birds. His name is Lazarus.”

There are six of them, and they're all fighting against one man. The man I called Papa put up a good fight, taking down the nightcrawlers one by one. Just as I thought he was going to win, one of the nightcrawlers stabbed him in his back as he was tackling another to the ground. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth before he dropped on his knees and fell to the ground and the night sky split open with thunder. The explosive crack ringing in my ears as I witnesses the nightcrawlers gather around him, then set papa's body on fire.

Akira: Come if you dare, i too need releasing some of my steam Hana: Don’t regret it. After saying that her body start changing, there’s a wing unfurled on her back. A pair of jet black raven wing appear. Her body too change to be more tempting to other gender. A sexy Falllen Angel appear in front of me. In her world. She is daughter of the leader of Fallen Angel. Fallen Angel on her world aren’t an Angel that fallen from his grace. But a Race.

And after seven years, Seraphina still had no proof. Only suspicion. Only anger. Only a promise she refused to break. Outside, lightning flashed across the sky. For a moment the city turned white. Then darkness returned. And somewhere beyond the storm, Damian Blackwood was completely unaware that his worst nightmare had just been hired. Monday arrived too quickly. Blackwood Tower was even more intimidating in person. The skyscraper pierced the clouds like a blade. Employees flooded through the revolving doors. Expensive suits. Luxury watches. Perfect smiles. Power.

“My mother was the real leader. Not Damien’s father. Not Adrian. Not anyone else.” Elara felt the ground tilt beneath her. Lucian exhaled, voice shaking: “Elara… the most dangerous Hale of all… is my mother.”

The imperial capital was a city of gilded masks and whispering secrets, its marble towers reaching for the heavens while its streets pulsed with the blood of the forgotten. Nia had walked its stone paths before, as a child, holding her mother’s hand as they shopped for food. Now, she walked as an assassin, her every step calculated, every breath measured. She was no longer Nia Wolfsong—the girl whose village had been burned and destroyed. Now, she was "Mist Fang," the most elusive, feared assassin in the empire.

Mae swallowed hard, drawing strength from Kaine's sacrifice, from the Fallen, from herself. A shudder ran through the ground as the champion shifted its weight. The Forgotten that had lingered in the shadows dissolved into smoke, leaving nothing but ash in their place. Mae's chains surged outward instinctively, lashing across the battlefield, slicing at debris and lingering energy. Sparks flew, blinding in the dim violet glow.

“Apparently, the rebel werewolves have grown significantly in number. Once their extensive camp was discovered, the scouts waited until sunrise to see if they could spy any further information before returning.” “What did they find?” I ask. “Minister Coltain,” Marcel answers. “Also held captive?” I ask even though I suspect I know the answer. My suspicion is confirmed when Marcel shakes his head. “Assisting with leadership and organization.” I am absolutely going to kill him. And nowhere near as swiftly as I had his daughter executed. “The scouts have confirmed,” Marcel goes on, “that Minister Coltain and Lucas Murray, Tomson Murray’s son, appear to be working together, and that they are pla

Alex waved his arm, using a large wave of energy to carry the group and send them outside of this place instantly. Boom! Finally, the space had completely collapsed. Alex then felt the ground under his feet disappear, falling downwards. Screaming suddenly came from below— “What happened?!” “Oh sh*t, the sky is falling! And it’s bleeding! Are they trying to drown me?” Hmm? Alex found the voice rather familiar like he had heard this voice not long ago. That was indeed the voice of the Divine Monarch White Bone. This place was… the Pantheon Tomb. Whoosh! Boom, boom!