Transformers Ancients Novels & Stories

That enemy was China. Therefore, the English capitalists schemed a very clandestine special group of old politicians, capitalized on their emotions on the current corruption levels in the government, and aroused their hatred towards the Asians. ‘The NDF is our only hope gentlemen, I hope we are watching the debates closely and ensure that necessary clauses in the constitution are scrapped off and replaced with friendly ones to ensure an easy transition to Meritocracy. The truth should never come out as it is, our guys should coat it with a thin layer of lies. That’s how our parents have kept Britain great and so we should continue on this trajectory,’ Braford encouraged his friends.

“The Alpha King has given his order. Kill the hybrid, or you will suffer the consequences Gamma,” My eyes widened in shock at what I heard. Zanicus is the Alpha King’s Gamma? “I will talk to him, you are not to touch a strand of hair on my mate do you understand?” Zanicus growled menacingly. His eyes turning black as he is on the verge of shifting.

Hushed conversation from below caught our attention and made Royce glance over the edge of the level, shining the torch down at it. I heard his gasp before he dropped the torch and stumbled back, almost falling over his own feet. He tried running before he could stand, flailing about as he tried to escape. I listened to his stumbling steps as they gained stability and echoed up the level, before peering over the edge at the beam of light at the bottom of the Base where two creatures stood on either side of it. The one on the right had two very long, thin ears that were pointed forwards curiously as it inspected the torch. Between the ears were two small horns that sat above a thin black line

Osiris frowns, but takes a seat, his eyes fixed on Nero, bracing himself for what comes next. “Nero found out something about Morana,” I start, trying to ease into the conversation, “about her wolf.” Osiris’s brow furrows in confusion. “Morana? What about her wolf?” “It’s not just her wolf, Osiris,” Nero takes over. “When I used my Alpha Sight on Morana, I found out that there’s something attached to it called a Meraloth—an ancient entity that feeds on memories. And we believe it’s responsible for the memory losses both you and Camellia experienced.”

‘Lylah,’ Lord Talon says. I look up from the map to see that Lord Talon has appeared in front of me. He holds his hand out for the map. I step back and hug the map to my chest. ‘You are going to go, right?’ I ask him. ‘There is no reason to go. I will never serve Lord Atticus, nor will I ever pledge my loyalty to him. He is a monster, a demon, and he needs to be returned to the depths of darkness. But, even with the abilities some of us have. It’s not enough to defeat him. The last time we defeated him, there were more of us and more of us with abilities. Most of the coven are normal vampires. But, it’s not enough to defeat him, so we tried to reach out to your father, to join forces in hope

She was just Ela. I do not understand, she said. How can I be one of the Ancients? They are gone. They have been gone for centuries. Kai shook his head. The Council wanted you to believe that, he said. They wanted everyone to believe that. But the Ancients were not destroyed. They went into hiding. They interbred with humans. They buried their power so deep that even they forgot it was there. Until someone like you came along. Someone who needed it. Someone who was desperate enough to wake it up.

It's definitely the most bone-chilling sounds I have ever heard, and something about is just triggering a reaction deep inside me of me, like I'm meant to respond to this call. The others start to howl too and soon, the place is filled with this sinister cry. I can feel Roman shifting uncomfortably because of this, but neither of us dares to make the first move. We just wait, staring at the bright eyes of the Ancients and anticipating their attack. There's something hypnotically creepy about them, something strangely primal, and I realize with a jolt that they were all probably dead before. That’s why they looked off. Deimos just reanimated them like he did with Riva.

The transition was so sudden that I gasped, my knees nearly buckling. In front of me, five towering figures emerged from the silver mist. They were massive, their skin glowing with a light that looked like crushed diamonds. These were the Ancients. My heart hammered against my ribs, a familiar rhythm of terror. I was a girl who was born in the dark and raised in the dirt. I knew only the language of pain.

I screamed, pulling back, but my own glass limbs felt sluggish, the frame rate of the world stuttering as the laboratory walls continued to dissolve into burning geometric patterns. "You have to," the skeletal Lyra wheezed, her sunken eyes rolling back toward the massive, pulsing brain suspended above her. "The Ancients, they aren't from the stars. They’re the antibodies of the mind. They’re trying to purge the dream. I’m the dreamer, and you, you’re the cancer that learned how to love."

His body shook as if something inside him was tearing free. Magnus’s eyes lit with delight. “Look at him. Do you see it? This is not weakness. This is legacy. He is proof that the Ancients did not vanish. They are scattered, diluted, hiding in the blood of fools. And now, because of you, he will be my weapon.” “No,” I whispered, my voice breaking. Jace snarled. “Over my dead body.” Magnus’s gaze flicked to him, bored. “Yes, that can be arranged.”