Transformers Lost Light Rodimus Novels & Stories

Last time, he healed because I got the best healers in our pack for him, and I used my own power to shield his bloodline and protect his wolf from the corruption. But this time, Isla's pathetic healing skills only made things a hundred times worse. He clearly had no idea how serious his injury truly was. "Last life? Damien, what are you babbling about?" Martha shook his shoulders, her voice frantic. Damien snapped back to reality, his eyes darting around. "I... I just can't accept it... I can't be a cripple!" "Alpha, we must operate now," Thomas said sternly. "Every minute we delay, the dark corruption spreads further."

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.

The lights dimmed and then brightened again. “We had better put out ear pieces back on, Ryder has remote access of the ship, he just dimmed the lights, I think he wants our attention “Oh, has he got eyes on us too?” “Yep”

"You see, I am the alpha in the pack. You are supposed to be my Luna. I know that you are confused and upset right now. I am sorry about that. But you need to understand. Ryder is an outsider. Unless he is turned, the pack will kill him on sight. That is just how it works. If they smell human scents on you as part of your scent and your brother's they will kill you both. I won't let that happen. There is going to be a full moon tonight. You, tell me what you want to do? I will kill him or I will bite him and change him. He may die anyway. Your brother is not a strong child. But he has a better chance that way. Becoming a wolf may save his life. If he lives he will become strong like the othe

Holden looked delighted by that too somehow. “Unfortunately,” he sighed dramatically, finally pushing himself off the doorway, “I have to leave now.” “No one is stopping you,” AJ said flatly. Holden ignored him effortlessly. “Leander apparently thinks midnight is a fantastic time for war meetings.” He looked personally offended. “Maps. Reports. Numbers. Tragic.” Boo laughed quietly. And there it was again. That stupid, dangerous sound. Holden genuinely forgot his next sentence for a second. Junior noticed immediately from near the fireplace and looked horrified with amusement. “Oh, he fell hard,” she whispered.

When the light faded, the chamber was in ruins. The obsidian walls were cracked, the massive machinery of the Core was silent and smoking, and the violet glow that had defined the room was gone, replaced by the pale, cold moonlight streaming in from a hole in the ceiling. I was on the floor, my hands blackened and raw, but I didn’t care. I crawled toward the two small figures lying in the wreckage. “Leo? Liam?” Leo was the first to sit up. He coughed, a cloud of silver mist escaping his lips. His eyes were no longer grey. They were a brilliant, burning gold—brighter than they had ever been before.

she yelled, harnessing the power of the artifact. Damon didn't hesitate as he combined his own power with the artifact's light. Together, they launched a powerful assault that hit the remaining darkness with relentless strength. The creature emitted a last, pained cry as it was surrounded by the light, its shape disappearing completely. The woods grew quiet as the darkness disappeared, the heavy atmosphere vanishing. Kyra and Damon put down their weapons, breathing heavily from exhaustion. "Everything is finished," Damon declared with a voice expressing relief.

“That means I can help.” Silence. Dorian studied me. His dark brown eyes assessed, measured. Unlike the others, he didn’t laugh. He didn’t dismiss me. After a long moment, he nodded. “Alright,” he said. “Tell me what you saw.” I exhaled sharply, relieved he wasn’t sending me away. “The attacker was fast,” I began, replaying the fight in my head. “Stronger than a normal rogue. But what stood out the most were his eyes.” I shuddered at the memory. “They were silver. Completely silver.”

I say, voice low, pride burning in my chest. “Couldn’t do it without you,” he says, kissing back, light flaring, heat building as we press close. “Love you.” “Love you too,” I say, grinning, shadows soft. “We got this.” The final tome reveals the truth—the lost dominion’s rising, its power threatening to shatter the balance. A guardian’s voice echoes from the shard, “The lost dominion rises,” its eyes blank, fading to dust. “This is bad,” I say to Raymond, shadows flaring, heart racing. “We’re in deep shit.”

“Adrian… whatever happens… remember me.” He reached for her— And the light exploded. The core column shattered, and the world folded into itself in a burst of sound and color. When the blinding light faded, Adrian found himself standing in silence. The machines were gone. The room was gone. Even the city beyond the walls—gone. He was standing in a white void. And in front of him stood two Mayas. One looked like the woman he loved—human, fragile, terrified. The other radiated golden light, her eyes burning with intelligence.