Starscream Deaths Novels & Stories

The mist rose in a swirl of light and shadow—Lira, caught in a web of starlight, her wings collapsing. “They drained her. Bit by bit. Not just her strength, but her divinity. Until she was mortal. And in her final moments—vulnerable.” The illusion turned crimson. A blade pierced Lira’s chest. Her eyes, once full of stars, faded to darkness. “She died screaming,” the Horax said. “Not in pain. In rage.” Silence fell. The mists ebbed away. Only moonlight remained now, spilling across the stones like silver blood.

A wave of dark gravity effortlessly swatted the fifty-ton mech and the Kroltan queen away like insects, sending them crashing into the hull of The Sovereign. Harper screamed in agony. The white light was tearing through her uniform, drawn toward the Void Sovereign's outstretched hand. "The Vanguard Imprint returns to the source," the fallen god declared. "And you, mortal, will die in the dark." Under the crushing weight of a neutron star, listening to the agonizing screams of his wife, the last remaining thread of Sebastian Sterling’s humanity simply... snapped. The slate-grey color of his right eye vanished forever. Thump-Thump.

"Where is Arthur?" "Arthur Sterling is dead," Lucas said, turning his head slowly to look at me. His face was identical to Alexander's, but his eyes lacked that deep, protective fire that made my heart beat. Lucas's eyes were completely dead, like glass marbles. "His hovercraft didn't survive the crash. Diana is gone, Nathaniel is drowning in the bay, and Julian is burning on the hospital ship. The old world is completely clean, Dr. Lin." "And you think you get to inherit what's left?" I asked, taking a slow step toward the glass pods.

"He has been dead for six months. We aren't here to hurt you." The rogue blinks, the manic gold in his eyes violently stuttering. "Dead?" "He's telling the truth," Mara steps forward. She doesn't draw her weapon. Instead, she steps directly into the beam of my flashlight, tilting her chin up to expose the horrific, jagged scar on her neck. "Cassian's traps did this to me. But Blood Moon killed him. We are clearing this territory." The rogue stares at Mara’s scar. The heavy, desperate tension radiating from him suddenly breaks. His half-shifted claws retract into trembling human fingers. His knees buckle slightly, and he falls back against the heavy pantry door, letting out a ragged, sobbing

They are the ones who call themselves the Seeds of the Stardust. Only a few know that their home is from the stars, though, in modern times, people have suggested the idea that they are all from the dust of an exploding star. There is much more to the idea than those very few understood. A long time before humans even existed on Earth, there were other humanoid creatures throughout the universe. One race, though, knew their home planet was dying. They wanted to continue their journey. A handful of special beings were chosen. Their essence was taken and broken down to the smallest molecule. Hundreds of thousands of these molecules were then placed in a special transport on a small rock. Then

Alex reached out into the empty air, gathering his Chi and grabbed Spark directly through the air and pulled him back. Then, he used the palm of his hand to lightly tap Spark’s head. Bang! Spark groaned softly, falling to the ground. He wasn’t hurt on the outside, but the tissues in his brain had been completely destroyed before he breathed his last breath. “Since we’re relatives, I’ll give you an easy death! “Farewell!” Alex beheaded Spark with a single blow indifferently.

But like those twelve men, they looked like the twelve stooges, they miscalculated a bomb, it was too much gunpowder. In his alternate reality of his alternate version, instead of just blowing up the complex, that complex of laboratories and vaults, everyone there died, if his version of Astro-Star had not tried to prevent the destruction of a block of an area business in a rest time, he was caught by the explosion, shattered moonstone hit him in full, killing him.

I scream, rushing forward. I try to grab his arm but my hand passes straight through him. I freeze. I tried again. And again. Nothing. I can’t touch anything. No one can hear me. I’m… really gone. I watch helplessly as they cover my body with a white sheet. Something inside me breaks all over again. Later, I watched as the doctor called Killian. “Alpha Killian,” the doctor said respectfully, “I’m sorry to inform you… Luna Scarlett has passed away.”

The room was covered in smoke. “Seraphine started seeing things recently. Armageddon, she called it! And we die. You and sweet Earis alongside me,” Cicada’s voice came from the direction of the window. I turned towards it immediately. That's when I saw it. Magnus held Cicada over the melting glass and they were having a conversation. “You can ask your bitch Akira! Earis will destroy the world after the death of a dragon and a newborn! The hunters will bring Carnage unlike any we've ever seen before and your perfect Luna will lead us to our deaths!” Cicada chuckled in his dark maniacal voice.

"Fen. You always check everything. That's why she knew you'd catch it. It was just a joke." Just a joke. So my future was a punchline. My life, someone else's entertainment. I said nothing. I packed my gear. I left for the transport hub on departure day. Kael found me at the platform. His smile was gone. "I told you to override it. You didn't change it back?" "No." --- I looked at the Everglades entry. The mortality rate embedded in the fine print. Three names I'd memorized without meaning to. "She tampered with my future," I said. "That's not a joke. That's a crime. I could report her to the Academy Board."