Transformers Exiles Novels & Stories

I asked, curiosity now filling in my entire being. “You need to trust me and my dragon, Kai. Ok ? We will never harm you and he wants you so badly. But don’t freak out with what we do, ok ? Just trust us. Try for me at least,” he whispered the last part and suddenly transformed into his dragon form before I could answer or demand what was going on. * * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: ZOE'S MATES: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack

Dax My acquaintance was the guy who had helped me change my last name. He wasn’t a private investigator, just a guy who sold identification documents (passports, birth certificates, social security, etc) to people who needed it under the radar. Most of his clientele were immigrants, but vampires use people like him given how we don’t age, and we need someone who won’t ask questions. In this instance however, I did need him to do some research, which would probably take some convincing.

His stomach churned with uneasiness the longer the exiles were in their region because he didn't trust them. "I understand," Iris said softly as she walked next to him. She continued to stare straight ahead, searching the shadows for any movement. "But it's our only opportunity." As the sun started to set and the world turned into a gloomy twilight, they arrived at the edge of the exiles' realm. As if time itself had forgotten this region of the globe, the forest grew denser, the trees old and gnarled. Abruptly, a tall, powerful wolf with scars all over his face stepped out of the darkness. His eyes, filled with rage and contempt, shone like molten gold.

With his jet black locks largely hidden by his hood, his jade eyes take on an otherworldly appearance with his sharp cheekbones and victorious grin. “Thank you Luna Elle. It has been a true honour to serve you all these years, I look forward to offering even more,” his voice dark and smooth. He doesn’t even look at Lucas. “There shall be no more errors. The exiles have been located and the guards are heading to round them up as we speak.” “And why is that? Can you please fill in Alpha Ayr of your brilliance,” Elle asks with a broad smile, handing her blade over to Cesar who sheaths it into his belt.

Suddenly, the entire passage began to shake, and the dust and stones continued to fall on top of their heads. “He blew himself up,” Tyr said in a low voice. Then, he took Olympias’ hand and quickly ran toward the other end of the passage. Slaine was a Transformation warrior. At the moment of crisis, he chose to explode himself to buy Olympias and Tyr more time to escape. The power a Transformation warrior could exude was absolutely terrifying when he overloaded his energy core with the intention to self-destruct. The entire passage collapsed in an instant. Tyr and Olympias used all their strength to dash toward the other end of the passage as quickly as possible.

It had to be. She kept moving, wiping sweat from her forehead, when the low rumble started outside. At first she thought more ambulances. Then the big white trucks rolled into the bay, clean and heavy, their sides marked in bold blue: AELION INDUSTRIES. Relief swept through the department like a breeze. The logistics coordinator was already out there waving them in, voice cracking with gratitude. “They’ve got emergency respiratory support systems,” he called. “Donated. Fully operational. They can start setting up now.”

He was surrounded by a swarm of drones that moved like a single, living organism with their violet lights so bright that they blinded the cameras. But behind him, another figure emerged. It was a man in a tattered suit, his skin glowing with a sickly, unstable gold light. "Xavier?" Maya whispered. Xavier Thorne looked at Maya, his face twisted in a grin of pure insanity. He was the "failed" experiment whose cells were dissolving. "I don't need immortality anymore, Maya," Xavier shouted over the roar of the drones. "I just want to be the one who turns out the lights!"

I said. "Not you." He stopped in front of me, breathing harder than I'd ever seen him breathe. "Three of the Exiles. Started twenty minutes ago. All three of them, simultaneously, dreaming the same dream." His eyes were very steady and very frightened. "The perfect life. No loss."

"Fighting with your girlfriend?" "No," I said, tucking the broken card into my pocket. "Just an ex-mate." He was a talker, this driver. Gray hair, gold tooth, the kind of man who'd never met a silence he couldn't fill. Once he started, he didn't stop. "What's so bad you have to go no-contact? He cheat?"