Transformers: Earthspark Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sa gitna ng Core, ang Eternal Spark—isang bolang kasingliwanag ng isang bituin—ay dahan-dahang bumababa patungo sa kinalalagyan nina Liam. ​"Nakuha natin, Dad," hingal na sabi ni Liam. "Pero kailangan nating tumakbo. Ang pagtanggal sa Spark ay nag-activate ng Self-Destruct Sequence ng Mothership."

At the center: a massive mirror, shaped like the tree’s core, ringed in flame. In it, she saw herself. But not just herself. The version of her that never escaped. The one who stayed. The one who merged with the fire. It stepped forward. And spoke. “You are the spark that ran. I am the fire that stayed.” Outside, Elias saw her body go still. Eyes glowing gold. Hands outstretched. Heartbeat steady—but changed. “She’s inside it,” he whispered. Kiva cursed. “We can’t pull her out if the Scar has claimed her.”

The fall felt like an eternity. The wind ripped at Faith’s clothes, and the black smoke below spewed upward like a living beast, eager to swallow the light she carried. But Faith no longer felt like a victim. She didn't feel like the ‘Dud’ who had been sold for scraps. As she dived, she reached deep into her chest, past the fear, and grabbed the silver spark. “Shift,” she commanded.

Spark just stared, her eyes wide and unblinking. They kept coming. Closer. The space between us vanished. My muscles coiled, a silent alarm screaming in my veins. I opened my mouth to tell them to back the hell up. Their faces melted. Pleasant curiosity twisted into blank, predatory hunger. No warning. No shift in posture. Their bodies simply… unraveled. Limbs elongated, bending at impossible angles. Bones cracked and reformed with wet, tearing sounds. Spark’s arm snapped forward, stretching into a whip-like vine that hissed through the air toward my throat.

Zane said shaking me slightly I nodded my head turning to look at Micheal who was still in pain. After a few more bones breaking and changing shape a white blinding light appeared as we shielded our eyes. after we heard a poof sound we opened our eyes and everyone gasped. Micheal! were micheal was standing was a beautiful silver Wolf with white wings. "Oh my gosh he's a double! Zane our son is a double.." I squeaked happily forgetting my age and jumping up and down like I was a teenager. THE END ______________________ Hey Y'all this is the end of my book I am greatful for all the love you gave my book.

From this moment on we would always be connected, and neither of us would exist separately again. Breaking the contact I let the blood drip off my canines onto the stone below just as Jasper’s had before lapping up the rest with my tongue. I could faintly hear the creaking of the cage being lifted, but in our daze of passion, our eyes refused to part. “I love you too,” I whispered, feeling my senses returning a little, but my body still buzzed with excitement and anticipation. His breathtaking smile threatened to do me in. Jasper’s eyes were the first to stray and mine were quick to follow his path till they landed on the Moon Talisman within arms reach- with no obstructions between us.

"The ones with bodies are peaceful. The ones without... they're becoming The Hollowed." Additionally, the "Vespera" were not ideal neighbors. They still processed reality through "Logic-Streams." They began to "Optimize" the forests of Aethel-Luna, turning wild growth into neat, geometric orchards. The "Living Earth" started to grumble again, its native flora clashing with the Vespera's orderly gardening. The Spark of Conflict

"It **Requires** the Origin to plant it. It needs a sacrifice to turn the spark into a sun." "Kaima, what's happening?" Rowan’s voice was distant, like he was calling to me from across a wide ocean. I looked at my hands. They were turning into the same white light as the spark. I wasn't dying. I was... becoming the **Atmosphere**. I was becoming the rain. I was becoming the wind. I was becoming the very thing I had fought to save. "I have to go, Rowan," I whispered. "The seed needs a gardener. A real one."

Heather grinned widely, “That’s where I come in. I’m an Earth Wolf. I will have tree roots come up from the floor and hold his arms down. Nobody messes with my brother.” Everyone in the room laughed and Luna Kathryn decided, “I think I would like to witness this.” Isaac’s eyes glazed over and when they returned to normal, he asked, “Blaine, did you want to be the one to break his spine?” Blaine shrugged, “That part doesn’t matter, as long as he is paralyzed.” Isaac smiled, “Good. Because one of the guards just did it for you.”

‎ ‎The garden remembers with him. ‎ ‎A young woman named Spark—descendant of Kael, her essence wild and bright—runs up, breathless. ‎ ‎She carries a small seed from a world where gravity flows upward. ‎ ‎She plants it in the air. ‎ ‎It takes root in nothing. ‎ ‎And grows. ‎ ‎The garden grows with it. ‎ ‎A healer named Gentle—descendant of Elara, her light soft as dawn—comes with a wounded bird from a distant storm.