Transformers Ancients Novels & Stories

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."

I yell at Tesha above the noise of multiple dragons bellowing angrily, the loudest being Ancalagon. “The unmated dragons don’t like seeing one of their own claimed. They always shift and fly off,” Tesha yells back at me. Now I understand what Zephyr meant about Ancalagon being back in time to take me to dinner. Well, maybe he won’t be. When they’re gone, I look back into the stadium. All the water is gone, and the earth is back to normal. Aithlin is laying with his arms outstretched across Morgan's snout, hugging her while she lies still on the ground.

"Your own path?" Marcus scoffed, shoving Layon away and releasing his t-shirt, "You are your father's son. What other path is there?" The salt-and-pepper-haired alpha glared at Layon with such distaste that Layon was certain he wasn't going to like what came next. Sucking in a deep breath, Layon prepared himself for all he was about to admit. "I would never have found Reebah without the help of Angel Hale." That's when Marcus's eyes did turn utterly black, so black in fact that the whites entirely disappeared and Layon knew that the alpha's wolf was just barely being restrained. Though he had fought his father several times to train

Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird. In the process of trying to drive him away, they somehow ended up gravitating towards each other. Finding comfort in the unexpected company, deep secrets tumbling out in the middle of the night. The guy who got stranded for sightseeing was suddenly showing her perspectives she had never seen before. The girl who barely talks was suddenly telling him the things he needed to hear all his life. But at the end of the day, you should never ever trust a stranger. Soon the creature would enclose itself completely for the second time, never to be seen like that again. It was a period of transformation.

Rhine was unmoved. She let out a soft laughter. She put her hand on Martell's cheek. She chanted quietly. Martell held his head in pain as a bug moved into his head. He turned around and walked to the popped shells. "It's time to wake up and fight our long awaited war" he bellowed and the giant soldiers started standing up from the shells "What's he doing?" David asked anxiously. "I think he is waking them up" Alpha Jones made a stance. "He is possessed" Sophie shook her head vigorously in fear.

She began wandering through the library shelves narrowly, looking at everything with bored eyes, until she was stopped by something resembling a strange box. She was surprised at first, and began to look at it with interest. She did not know why, but something was urging her to touch that box. She did not know why, but something was urging her to open it. She extended her hand and took the box, turning it over in her hands. It was a palm-sized box, written in the letters of that strange language. But the strange thing is that she was able to read what was written on that paper "Athenos, your path to the land of the ancestors, where the Lord Savior of the Vampires lies."

I said. "It'll take time to learn control, but I see what will be. You will master it." Thea's voice chimed almost like a bell. "Enough stalling, let's see this power of yours," Nathan snapped. I stood again, letting my father steady me when I swayed a little on my feet. I was a Necromancer. I was a Summoner. I could do this and I would.