Transformers Lost Light Rodimus Novels & Stories

I murmured. That gave me an idea. I fumbled through my bag and found the keychain flashlight, which wasn't going to be helpful, but the other side was a laser pointer. I pointed it towards a threshold in a mirror. As the light left the flashlight, the red beam became visible. It wasn't just a spot like in our world, instead, it was a path of light. "Whoa," I whispered. Then louder, I asked, "Can you see that?" Remi's image looked left and right following the red beam in front of him. "Yes! Let me follow it."

With pure magic. A wave of raw energy blasts through the hall, through the whole pack house, and across all of Silverpine. The corrupted wolves drop to the floor. The green light drains from their eyes. The twisting darkness melts away like smoke in the wind. And the ghosts—all of them—start to fade. “Thank you,” Roderic says. His form already grows thin. “Tell my pack I died protecting them. Tell them I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” “I will,” I promise, tears stinging my eyes. “Rest now, old friend. You’ve earned it.”

"It was like the moon itself was guiding her." "Because it was." "Sir?" I turn to face him. Marcus is loyal, but he's not clever. He follows orders without understanding the larger picture. That makes him predictable. And predictability has its uses. "The Moonshadow isn't just a title," I say. "It's what she is. What the ruins made her." "I don't understand." "You don't need to. You just need to keep the rogues ready for the next phase." "There's a next phase?"

The frantic white light slowed, bleeding out of their skin and into the saline, which hummed with a low, stabilizing frequency. Maya leaned against the cool brass rim, her legs finally giving out. She slid to the floor, her breath coming in jagged gasps. Lucian sat down opposite her, his back against a filing cabinet, looking every bit the ghost he was supposed to be. "I was never on the bridge, Roheemah," he said softly, staring at the red ceiling. "That was a 'Vanity Metric.' A projection to keep Sterling’s eyes on the horizon while I moved the physical backups into the mountain. Your mother knew that for the new world to be born, the old world had to believe its greatest threats were dead

The room fell into complete silence. Emily’s heart jumped. “What happened?!” Daniel slammed the keyboard. “No power!” Ryan’s voice echoed through the hallway. “Adrian!” Adrian grabbed a flashlight from the desk drawer and turned it on. The beam cut through the darkness. Victor’s voice returned through a backup speaker. “I told you.” His tone was calm again. “This empire…” “…was always mine.” Emily felt fear creeping up her spine. Adrian spoke quietly. “Backup generator.” Daniel shook his head.

The corrupted army answered with deafening howls. Captain Lyra lowered her eyes. "No..." Across the valley, the Primordial Darkness smiled. "I expected nothing less." --- Then... Another sound reached the battlefield. A slow, steady heartbeat. Boom. Boom. Boom. Golden light appeared inside the fading dust. At first it was only a faint glow. Then it grew brighter. Brighter still. Until it shone like the rising sun. Varkor's ears twitched. The smile disappeared from the Primordial Darkness's face. The golden light stepped forward.

The man before me bore no trace of the Lucas I once knew. Gone was the calm, confident professor. In his place stood a hollow, haggard shell of a man with bloodshot eyes. He looked utterly defeated, like a dried tree that had splintered beneath its own weight. He was completely stripped of the brilliance he once carried.

However, he did not immediately regain his previous life’s memories. The oil lamp was brought to the Endlos and appeared somewhere near him. Thus, he had been constantly trying to refine it. It was not until he left the Endlos Plane that he regained his memories. Unfortunately, he did not regain his strength. Thus, he chose to leave the oil lamp behind because it would attract a lot of danger to himself. He would not survive if the Yefteros and the other races came after him. James pieced the puzzle together just with a few words from Zeno.

I could see the pain in their eyes, the battle they were fighting within themselves. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I poured more of my power into the light, hoping that it would cleanse the darkness from their souls. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and my muscles trembled with the effort but I didn’t give up. This was my mission. I had to save them. The light grew brighter and filled every corner of the clearing with its warmth. The rogues began to change. Their wild eyes started to clear, the madness fading as the darkness was pushed back. One by one, they let out low roars, as if waking up from a nightmare.

The Light of Unity Aria’s heart thundered in her chest as she faced Victor’s shadowy essence, his spectral claws wrapped around Rollan’s small form. The catacombs’ damp air clung to her skin, the crimson glow of Victor’s eyes casting an eerie light across the chamber. Rollan’s terrified whimpers echoed off the stone walls, each sound a dagger to her soul. Above them, the fang of the first alpha—the relic they’d fought so hard to claim—hummed with latent power atop its pedestal. Victor’s voice slithered through the darkness, cold and taunting.