Transformers Exiles Novels & Stories

They should be my easiest targets. “Gives us something to pass the time,” One of them shrugs, taking a small step toward me. “Exiles are criminals, love.” The woman says, A slight British accent when she speaks. “Or wrongly accused.” I offer and she cackles. “Don’t make no difference to me. That bloody X on your face makes you a spot of fun.” “Don’t taunt the prey, Mildred.” The guy that appears to be the leader says, clicking his tongue. “Wouldn’t want to scare the big guy away, now would we?”

Ombra turned around, went to the nearest window and slightly turned back to glare at Johan’s. “I shall see you soon with your...” he glared at Xander. “’Friend’ for training.” With that, he slipped out the window, a long black tail trailing behind as he transformed upon exit. Xander rushed to the window to watch the Dragon lord fly into the direction of the Dark Woods.

Katleho wondered. "He is an image from another timeline,he does not exist!" Replied Ben "If you say he's from another timeline,do you mean to tell us that he teleported?" I asked curiously. Ben nodded. "However he didn't do that intentionally as his mind is in 2002, at the Xena corporation!" "But what is Xena corporation!? Mika asked. We all wondered "It's a science research facility that abused their power and began doing tests on humans! I need you to keep me updated on your findings,consult me. Only me!" Ben pressed.

I splashed the gasoline into every corner of the room, dousing everything, even that massive mechanical eyeball. "Shall we work together for the last time?" I pulled out the lighter. No. 99's body was already half see-through, but he still bent down, grabbed the axe from the floor, and gave me a firm nod. "Then let's go to hell together." With a click, flames roared to life. But this time, the fire wasn't red. Because what was burning wasn't wood or furniture, but lines of code and fake models and textures. The flames were a strange, ghostly blue.

"That bitch Vex emptied her entire perimeter for this!" He wasn't lying. Through the blown gate, Vex’s horde poured in like an absolute tide of meat and metal. There were scarred, rabid wolves the size of small trucks, roaring rogue humans armed with makeshift shotguns, and cutting through the center were things that made my blood turn to pure ice. Hybrids. Massive, pale-skinned monsters with elongated limbs and hollow gold eyes—the exact same genetic footprint as Ezra, but twisted, scarred, and wearing Thorne’s laboratory branding on their necks. Vex had stolen his data. She had stolen his stock.

From the ridgeline beyond the eastern bluff, a new line of warriors crested the rise. Hundreds. Maybe more. And at the front—bloodied, scarred, taller than she remembered— “Bree,” Caitlyn breathed. He was alive. He was here. And he was leading an army of wolves they’d all believed were long gone. Bree lifted a hand, signaling. “EXILES,” he bellowed. “WITH ME!” And the cliffs exploded. The exiled werewolves launched down the slope like a second tidal wave—fangs bared, claws drawn, voices lifted in a deafening roar.

Xandros turned to Thea and said, “The version you have is the complete Demonic Transformation. “For the following period, Yaraka will teach you Elysian characters. After you learn to read Elysian characters, you’ll be able to comprehend the content within the jades.” James and Thea looked at each other. They never expected Crucifier and Exalter to have such a significant origin. Could it be that Xandros had arranged for them to obtain Crucifier and Exalter? It was highly possible. Since Xandros was a Grand Emperor, it was easy for him to prepare everything in advance.

That same night, across the forested lands near the Academy of the Moon, three messages were delivered in silence. One to a young Beta girl named Lira—a seer-in-training with a gift for illusion. Another to a high-ranking instructor with a secret past in the old Nightmoor faction. And the third… to a shifter whose face no one had seen in years—an exile from the old order who had once tried to break the Veil, and failed. Their instructions were clear: Watch Thorold. Record everything. Do not intervene unless commanded. And if he breaches the line between this world and the next—

Ellie's P.O.V. “Is there someone at Walton Lux you're trying to avoid, Ellie? A person from your past with bad intentions?” Even after leaving White Mansion, Zack’s question refused to leave my mind. As the driver steered the car through the afternoon traffic, I stared out the window without really seeing anything. Jared… Could he really become one of those people? After spending an entire morning reading horrifying reports about obsessed ex-fiancés, stalkers, acid attacks, and murderers, my imagination had become far too active.

The city lights blurred. Elara pressed her palm to her belly. The life inside moved again, a tiny stubborn beat. She whispered, “I will keep you safe,” and did not know if promise was brave or foolish. A message flashed on her phone: CONFIRMATION: TRANSACTION COMPLETE—from Adrian’s office. She swallowed hard. The words felt like a lock. They drove through streets bright with other people’s lives. The car turned into a quieter road. Elara watched the city recede and thought of names—Victor Hale, board members with polite faces. She thought of how easy it was for men to turn rumor into law.