Transformers Ancients Novels & Stories

He was ten feet and two inches long and weighed a massive three hundred and sixty five pounds. He kept growling infront of the witch and the Witch looked up at him proudly. This was it; she was going to use this dangerous creature birthed through the use of ancient dark magic to lay waste the great kingdom of Akozo, where she was once married to a king. ****

Beside her, the immortal stared up at the descending figures with an expression that was far too calm. “There are more than I expected,” he said. “More?” Seraphine snapped. “There are hundreds.” They fell from the sky like living comets. Tall figures wrapped in armor made of living light. Their bodies were not entirely solid shifting between matter and energy like beings only half anchored to reality. The Ancients. Not the hunters they had fought before. These were the real ones. The rulers of the forgotten immortal age. Seraphine felt the guardian power inside her stir violently.

“That is Elina, our cousin. She has been reincarnated too, for this purpose. You have to find her. Together, with Elizabeth, you will have to defeat the forces.” Storm's head spun with questions. “Another reincarnation? Can you tell me about the war at least?” Her younger self nodded, understanding her confusion. “Over three thousand years ago, we had fought a war to keep the agenda of demons and their seeds away from other supernaturals. That fight is not over. They are mainly antagonist against the ancients.” “What are ancients?” Storm asked, struggling to keep up with the implications of the information. “Ancients are the products of a union between an angel and a rare human,” Her younger

. The war room was alive with a tense energy that crackled like static in the air. Alara and Ryen stood at the center, surrounded by a council of figures cloaked in ancient robes, their faces weathered but eyes sharp with wisdom. These were the Allied Ancients—beings whose power stretched back millennia, custodians of cosmic balance, now rallying to face a new threat: the Syndicate. The Guardian’s betrayal had left them vulnerable. Their forces weakened, their defenses compromised. But now, these ancient beings some with skin like shimmering stone, others with eyes glowing like stars prepared for war.

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.