Transformers: Earthspark Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

‎ ‎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.

So, I sharpen my senses and in my human version I hope he makes some move "You're right about one thing, Lake. There's no way I'm going to forget you." “You finally recognize him. 'Because you are the father of my children.’ I tell myself mentally. “After all, you're the first ex who ended up dead for me.” I say and immediately, I throw my gun at him while I transform into a wolf and run to the window, while Lake shoots, but, no bullet comes out of his gun. I close my eyes when I leave the building and swallow hard when the feeling of emptiness and open them, after gathering courage, so as not to fall incorrectly. Quickly, I run away from the chapel, while helicopter drops dynamite.

"Morning will do… I'll take these fireworks and keep them at home. I'm planning on setting these fireworks off once my child is eighteen years old, as a final gift their father gave for becoming an adult. "That way, my child will know how much their father loved them…" "Goodness, sweetheart, I'm so sorry…" Seeing me reach down to caress my abdomen, the staff even changed the way she addressed me out of pity. I turned my face to look outside the window and sighed, trying my best to stop myself from smiling. "It's alright. Just help me get things arranged as soon as possible." That was because, under the white cloth, Louis' finger twitched a few more times.

We rushed to respond, leaving Lucas under guard with the most loyal elders. The battle was fierce but contained. As we pushed the shadows back, Elara appeared suddenly, her eyes glowing. She wasn’t fighting the shadows, she was directing them with hand gestures while pretending to heal the wounded. “Traitor!” Marcus yelled and reached for her. Elara laughed, a sound I knew too well because it was layered with ancient resonance. “The Spark belongs to the higher realms. You fools think love can contain such power?” She unleashed a burst of stolen energy, wounding several warriors before fleeing into the forest.

he felt offended and yet couldn’t neglect Earth as part of the memories he was able to retrieve, this boy is actually important to him and for his purpose. “OK hear me out first before you glare me to death! Although I don’t have the answer to your question, I do know where to get them” as he explained he saw Earth switch from a lion into a puppy. He couldn’t stop thinking if this guy has any problems in his mind. Seems bipolar. “Why didn’t you say so earlier, My friend Lark, I need answers!” Earth said with stars in his eyes. He can’t help but get frustrated as he is pressured to complete the acceptance of the academy.

I knew then we were Fucked and the war began. Alex pov... I stare at the forest changing into my tribrid form as my enemies line around my barrier. Amber was staring at them all unimpressed but me, I looked at them as if they wanted to hurt my family. I growled loudly as they took a defense stance and what I presume was the leader of their army stepped forward prancing about.

June said. She walked up to the lead man, met his cold eyes. “I’m not giving you the baby,” June told him. “But I’ll give you the Spark. On one condition.” “Anything,” he said, smiling wider. “The Spark won’t be harvested from memories anymore,” June explained. She looked at the marble veins on her arms. “It comes from me. Whenever someone on Earth turns on a light, they’ll take a piece of my life. I’ll be the battery. And you’ll set the people free.”

--- The Spark From the heart of the horizon, a flare of red light erupted — small at first, then vast and consuming. The ground trembled. The trees bent in reverence. And the rivers turned to steam. Lyra did not move. She knew this rhythm — the opposite of her own pulse, the wild breath the Flow had always needed. > “You’re late,” she whispered, smiling faintly. The flare swelled, spiraling upward until it took shape — a figure of fire and shadow, its body alive with movement, its eyes twin stars burning gold.

The earth shook, cause Aspen grip to tighten the eye her form shaking violently at this point. " Please. I.. I can.. I can give them their memories back! " She held the edge for dear life trying to wiggle back further away from the edge. That won't fix the damage you've done to my son! " The earth shook. Aspen a blood curling scream was heard. As Another flash of light hit the sky but it showed in the shape of a skull. As blood rained from the sky. " Please goddess she begged, As she fell into the firey abyss. I can give them their memories.

The name was gravel in his throat, the first word he’d ever called her—back when she’d been all wildfire and defiance. Her lips parted. A soundless exhale. Then, barely there—"I love you, Fenn." It wasn’t a whisper. It was a crack in the universe, the last thread tethering him to sanity. His claws flexed against her ribs, pressing just enough to feel the flutter of their pup beneath. "I love you too, Sparky." The confession was raw, a promise carved into his bones.