Novel & Cerita Transformers Crossover Fanfiction Archive

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

"We just got married. I'd like to stay married longer than a week." "Then help me find Lucas Sterling. Before he finds me." "You think he's looking for you?" "I don't know. But if he knows about the kidnapping, knows I'm investigating his father, he might be." My phone buzzed. Santos. "We found something. Lucas Sterling changed his name in 2015. Legal name change. New identity." "What name?" "Lucas Cross. He took Catherine Cross's name." My blood ran cold. "Why?" "Unknown. But Aria, if Lucas took Catherine's name, he's likely working with her. Might be part of The Covenant leadership."

The room was filled with glass containers. Inside each one was a person. Her. Different versions. Different ages. Different lives. Some slept. Some floated motionlessly. One opened her eyes. Another screamed. A third began pounding against the glass. Elara stared in horror. “What is this place?” Elias looked around. “The archive.” “The archive of what?” “Choices.” Elara approached one of the containers. Inside was a version of herself wearing a royal crown. Another version wore a white laboratory coat. Another was covered in scars.

“You should know that we can never be together. If you were stupid enough to imagine it, kill the thought. You are a slave. My slave for that matter and it can never happen." Olivia knew what he was trying to say but she didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to let go so easily. With a deep breath, Xander said the words that caused her legs to almost give way. “I Alpha Xander Adams, reject you Olivia Stone as my mate." The tears she had been looking for suddenly came, gushing down her face like a river. Was she surprised? No. But she had thought maybe there was a chance. “I won't keep you here. You're freed from me, you can return to your pack today and never come back. Else, you will n

asked Connor with disappointment. “You betrayed us when you bonded with a woman who is an abomination,” Archi said with disgust. I walked over to where he stood and had my shadows caress him. “I should become a real abomination just to cut out your fucking tongue,” I said angrily, and Archie shivered. “I'm sick of all the gullible fools like you who would rather believe the anarchists.” “I should use you to send a message to my lovely sister,” Aris said in annoyance.

You were never created to save the world. Aria closed her eyes. You were created to decide what the world becomes. She opened her eyes. "I choose to remember." The entire Deep Archive exploded with light. The creature screamed. The ocean above them turned white. Every memory in the Archive entered Aria. She screamed as the power overwhelmed her. Ava grabbed her. Noah grabbed Ava. Lucian grabbed Noah. Seraphina grabbed Lucian. Lorenzo grabbed Seraphina. Gabriel grabbed Lorenzo. Cael grabbed Gabriel.

*** Because power could be resisted. Contained. Broken. *** But this— *** This was assimilation. *** And assimilation spread. *** ### The Edge of Transformation Raven stood at the balcony. Victoria beside her. *** Grounding her. Holding her. *** But the truth remained. *** She was no longer just reaching across Valros. *** Valros was beginning to exist within her. *** Not metaphorically. *** Structurally. *** ### The Question That Remains “How far does this go?” Victoria asked quietly. ***

Leo asked, his voice small and trembling in the sudden quiet. ​"It is done," I whispered, leaning against Killian’s chest as the violet dome around us finally dissolved. I looked at my hands, which were still glowing with a faint, amber light. "The archive is open, but it is no longer a weapon. It is just a story. The world will remember the Architects, but they will never be governed by them again." ​Killian picked me up in his arms, his golden eyes filled with a weary relief. He looked toward the exit, where the first hint of a true, natural dawn was beginning to filter through the obsidian tunnel. The grey static was gone. The tundra was waiting.

We rose through the atmosphere, not into the black of space, but into a kaleidoscope of swirling, liquid light. "We're not jumping through time," Jeff whispered, his face pressed to the viewport. "We're… moving sideways." He was right. This wasn't a tunnel of streaking stars. It was a river of realities, a tapestry of existence woven from countless threads. I saw worlds like jewels, timelines branching like coral, entire universes existing as single, shimmering notes in a cosmic symphony. The Archive, with its cold, grey walls, was just one thread in this immense, living weave. A sterile, ordered library in the midst of an infinite, chaotic, and beautiful jungle.

He pleased earnestly. "Miss Bryan, I'm Arlene Bryan!" I hollered in frustration. "Oh, I'm really sorry. Please, don't let us lose our jobs." He attempted to hold my arm again but I immediately yanked my hand away and pointed my finger to the short man. "Don't you dare touch me." I threatened, "Tell my mother that I'm going out to a place that's very important so she such stop being such an annoying d**k" I angrily stormed out of the compound and walked to Swan's Atelier.