Transformers Ancients の小説・ストーリー

“But you’ll need me.” Annabel tilted her head, the faintest hint of a smirk on her lips. “You think I trust you?” “You don’t have to trust me,” he said. “But you’re smart enough to know you’ll die if you do this alone.” Before Annabel could respond, the trees ahead of them exploded outward, the force sending splinters flying. She dove to the side, the rogue rolling in the opposite direction as the first Ancient stepped into view. Its form was grotesque, a blend of human and beast, its flesh scarred and stretched unnaturally. Its eyes glowed red, and its maw opened wide to release a guttural roar. Behind it, more shapes emerged, their hulking forms pushing through the shattered forest.

“I won’t betray you. But I need to know more. What exactly is this curse? And what do I have to do?” The creature was silent for a long moment, and I could feel its hesitation, its pain, as if it were reliving the memories of the curse that had twisted it into its current form. “The Ancients,” it finally began, its voice heavy with sorrow. “They were the first of our kind, powerful beyond measure, but arrogant. They believed they could control the very fabric of life, bend it to their will. But they were wrong. In their hubris, they unleashed a darkness they could not contain, a darkness that corrupted their souls and bound them to the shadows.”

Lucas looked at the tens of zombies not far away and asked. The Rank 3 Celestial Honorable Ranked Zombies snorted coldly and stared hard at Lucas. "I'm the owner of this Ancient City of Zombies!" "Suddenly, nine overwhelming zombies were storming into the Ancient City of Zombies. They all said they you're their master!?" Listening to it made Lucas come to an understanding. "So, it's the Apocalyptic Legion who is the one who makes you guys come forth to look for me?" Lucas looked at the Rank 3 Celestial Honorable Ranked Zombies and said.

With an unearthly surge of power, the Ancient Ones unleashed a devastating shockwave, knocking Amelia and her companions off their feet. Amelia struggled to regain her footing, her vision blurred, and her body aching. The Ancient Ones laughed mockingly, their eyes gleaming with triumph. "Do you truly believe you can defeat us, mortals? We are ancient beings, eternally bound to darkness. Your futile attempts only delay the inevitable."

I Ancient Sinead appoint Scott as the new Ancient of Levitation. "I Ancient Caldon appoint Dylan as the new Ancient of Shape Shifting." "I Ancient Lauren appoint Chloe as the new Ancient of Healing." "I Ancient Dean appoint Liam as the new Ancient of Earth." "I Ancient Michelle appoint Bennett as the new Ancient of Fire." "I Ancient Maxcine appoint Will as the new Ancient of Water." "I Ancient Jayden appoint Cole as the new Ancient of Air." And finally the one im worried about. "I Ancient Josh appoint Cameron as the new Ancient of Teleportation."

I breathed, the dagger trembling in my grip again, its edge now glowing silver-hot in my hands. He didn’t answer. Not right away. Because the answer was walking toward us. Towering, faceless figures with too many limbs, bones that clicked out of place and reformed every few seconds. Their skin writhed as if something underneath was trying to break free. They didn’t walk they crawled forward in jerks, like broken marionettes re-learning how to move. “The Ancient Ones,” Tharros said quietly behind me. “Gods before gods. Creators of death and hunger. They ruled before the Moon ever rose.”

"After the transformation, all the Ancients acquired incredible abilities. They became powerful and fierce beings, with supernatural gifts I had never seen before. I don't know exactly what power Honoré has, but from that day on, he became the undisputed leader of those beings. If anyone has information about the stone and the powers it bestows, it is him.” Seraphim reflects for a few moments before speaking again. "That stone you mention must be very important. If Honoré has obtained so much power through it, it could be the key to stop him. But it's also a risk to get close to him if he's as powerful as you say. Did your dad turn into a strange animal too?” "No, he became a wolf and gave o

​Then came the silence. ​The shrieks stopped. The frantic scratching and howling of the horde ceased entirely, replaced by an unnatural, suffocating quiet that made the hairs on my arms stand up. ​"They're organizing," Marcus whispered, gripping his sword. "Ferals don't organize." ​"These are not Ferals," Kaelen said grimly, stepping up beside me. He didn't try to touch me, maintaining the physical boundary I had demanded, but his massive presence was a steadying anchor in the terror. "These are the Ancients. Malakor's ancestors. The ones who slept beneath the ice."

I asked, hoping that he had something else that could help us. Jaxon looked at me with determination in his eyes. "I have one more thing," he said, his voice steady. He raised his hands, and a bright light filled the room. It was so powerful that I had to shield my eyes. When the light faded, I saw that Jaxon had transformed. His eyes were glowing, and his body was surrounded by a powerful aura. "I have the power of the ancients," he said, his voice echoing through the chamber. "And with it, we can defeat our enemies once and for all."

Kael’s voice echoed in his mind: “Focus, Ethan. Control the power, or it will consume you.” The silver cocoon tightened, energy pulsing with increasing intensity. Ethan felt the Ancients’ presence merging with his own essence—power, knowledge, and a weight of responsibility he had never known. Visions shifted, showing him a city buried beneath darkness, creatures feeding on despair, and a throne of shadows that pulsed with life. The entity of the Shadow had been a warning… the Overlord a distraction. The real enemy was ancient, patient, and aware of his hybrid power. Ethan’s jaw clenched. “I understand… I can feel it. The Ancients’ power… it’s not just strength. It’s insight, strategy… it’s