Transformers Lost Light Rodimus Novels & Stories

I said, glancing around at the polished interior. "I’ll be right down." He replied, before hanging up. As I waited, I took in the surroundings, my gaze drifting over the pristine marble floors and bustling workers moving in every direction. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted someone all too familiar. Justin Martínez. He walked through the lobby alongside his assistant, Noah—the same Noah who’d come to our house with the marriage contract. Justin looked even more striking in person, which was irritating in itself. His jet-black hair was styled perfectly, a clean drop fade framing his angular features.

He let out a small huff, "You owe me more than just that." I looked up quickly, our eyes locked, and suddenly I found myself lying down with him close. "I meant what I said before. I want you to be with me." I tried to wriggle free, "Mr. Lloyd, you can't be serious, please let me go." His eyes looked so sad, and I felt a tear from his eye touch my face. "Wendy, don't you remember me at all?" "Mr. Lloyd, you..." "Just call me Thomas."

Pure, radiant celestial light exploded outward in a wave. It tore across the battlefield like the wrath of the moon herself. Lawrence’s front lines were obliterated. Shields cracked. Armor melted. Enemies screamed and vanished into ash. The very ground shook as starlight carved through darkness, leaving only silence in its wake. And Derick took the brunt of it. He didn’t scream. He looked at me as the light consumed him, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. Regret? Rage? Relief? I’ll never know.

The shadows in the corners reacted to his voice, slipping, slithering, flowing towards the injured Morel who tried desperately to back away. A ring of blinding light suddenly encircled Octavius as Dorin sent his lightning to keep the shadows at bay. “Send them away, Vincent,” he told the tall boy beside him. “But Ray...” “I’m not Ray,” Dorin said again. “I’m sorry, but I am not and could not be that Ray from your memory.” he looked the boy straight in the eyes. “Send the shadows back.” “Haa...” Vincent sighed, a look of disappointment in his face. “okay...”

She should’ve traded with Zane and sat where she had a worse view, in the middle. The vehicles had come from some wealthy donors who were interested in seeing LIGHTS put a complete end to the Vampires. Like cockroaches who had hidden away until after the blasting was over, they were crawling out from beneath rocks and out of holes, ready to flex their muscles since the most dangerous part of the Revelation appeared to be over.

" What did you see Lara. Alas! He is the one. Lycan. Finally I found you. You will be my trophy. My source of more wealth. I want all the silver that runs through his vein be drained out. I want those precious liquid on my..." Smith was still giving orders and Lara was still trying to contain her shock when Lycan came groaning. I snapped my head up at once and a grin formed on my face. Relief, thousands of it rushes over me like never before. The moonlight has appears and we are all under it. The bright light showing it's grace and all. " Lycan... Transform. Please " I mutters to myself inwardly. The men had began to step backward and Smith has already retired back to his car in great fear.

The message was simple but chilling. "Soon the River Shine Pack will fall. The son of Alpha Farris Dark will die. And when he dies, your pack will burn with him. You cannot stop what is coming." Kaira read the letter twice then a third time. A cold feeling settled in her stomach. "Did rogues write this?" Luna Amelia asked. "We don't know." Kaira said, "but the scent? It's Gone." Kaira's brows furrowed. Whoever delivered it had been careful, very careful.

she whispered, her voice carrying directly through the mate-bond. Dmitry placed his massive, bleeding palms right beside hers, his amber light mingling with her brilliant silver light, creating a blinding, golden flash that lit up the drowning engine room. The iron of the bulkhead door began to glow red, then white, the ancient metals of the mainland buckling under the united, unyielding weight of the continent's true rulers.

Pain exploded through me, and I curled up instinctively. They dragged me back to the warehouse. The man spat on the ground in disgust before storming out, leaving me alone with my fading consciousness. After what felt like an eternity, the heavy iron door creaked open, and Elliott Reynolds stepped in, silhouetted against the light. His familiar, nonchalant drawl broke the silence. "Wow, look at you. A few days out of sight and you turn into a total mess."

You act without thinking! The guard led Shaun up the stairs to the first floor of the castle. It was the first time Shaun had been inside the castle; the interior was decorated with dark wood and light blue tapestries. Blue and white carpets lined the walkways, lit up by small lanterns. Although Nightstar Pack was a relatively small pack, the castle was covered in lavish decorations. Shaun's journey through the labyrinthine corridors of the castle led him to the heart of the Alpha's domain—the council room. Twelve figures sat in solemn judgment, their eyes boring into him with a scrutiny that made his skin crawl. Alpha Thorne, a commanding presence seated upon his throne, regarded Shaun with