Transformers Prime Blackarachnia Novels & Stories

​With a definitive, desperate surge of her will, Elara refused to become a fossil. ​She didn't use the golden fire of her brothers' lineage or the white plasma of her own evolution; she reached into the raw, unrefined pitch-black ink she had stolen from the mountain's roots, the primal grease that existed before the first pen ever touched parchment. The black energy erupted from her knuckles in a jagged, radial shockwave that cracked the diamond type-slugs into ten thousand fragments, the glittering dust falling into the violet rivers below like a localized meteor shower.

I placed my palm against the barrier, feeling its cold resistance against my skin. "I am Seraphina Blackthorne, daughter of Alpha Kieran and Luna Raven. This house is mine by blood and right. You will yield to me." For a moment, nothing happened. Then I felt a sharp pain as the barrier tested my claim, drawing a thin line of blood across my palm. Diamond snarled, not with pain but with triumph as the darkness began to dissolve, revealing the chamber beyond.

“I don’t care what you call yourself now. You’ll scream the same way Lira did when I struck her down in the realm between realms.” My jaw clenched. Ryan stepped forward slightly, fists balled. “You’re sick.” “I’m enlightened,” Tamar said, voice smooth. “You don’t know what she is capable of. What will do to this planet if she is not put down. But I do. And I know exactly what must be done.” Suddenly, the shadows moved. The Horax emerged from the broken arches and shattered corridors, their armor matte-black, etched with runes that bled faint red light. Dozens of them. Maybe more. They circled like predators.

Using her magic she tried to find out if there were more warriors behind them but there was nothing. All of a sudden she felt a powerful wave of magic and a black shadow appeared out of the woods. A dagger was about to pierce Hunter's back but she stopped it with her magic. They all stopped as Silvia redirected that dagger from where it came from. The girl wearing a black cloak came out of hiding smiling at Silvia. Silvia inhaled sharply knowing fully well who she was. This girl was Armando's protector. And she was half human and half witch. "Long time no see," She mused, eyeing her, and then her gaze flickered to Hunter.

Everyone who is an adult died instantly, while the children who were consumed by the fire fell out of consciousness and woke up as… ‘Nightcrawlers,’ a voice came in my head and I figured it must belong to the woman who has these memories. ‘What happened to you?’ I asked, my heart breaking as I watch every scene unfold in my mind. ‘Siria. My name is Siria. I am the daughter of the betas of the kingdom of dragon shifters, but that is gone now,’ she says and her voice cracked. She showed me everything, every detail, how she found herself tainted with black and unable to crawl out of the darkness during the day. She had once lost her sanity, and her hunger only made it worse.

I spent most of it in the royal library, doing research on what I'd seen Araknee do the other day. "Unconsciousness and then blue glowing eyes," I read from the book in front of me. "All signs of a Hartland royals defense mode." The defense mode was a state of power triggered by emotions. When a Hartland royal felt extremely sad, angry, defenceless or in danger, the defense mode would activate itself. It was basically a mechanism to keep the power wielder alive. That explains what happened to Araknee. She must've sensed her life fading away and activated her defense mode to save herself.

The legacy of the Black Onyx pack was a dark one, and she would need all her strength and cunning to navigate the dangers ahead. Theo’s gaze softened slightly as he continued, “Charlotte, your position is unique. You’re not just the Luna of the Blue Orchid pack; you’re also the Alpha of a supernatural pack that carries the legacy of Truebloods. That makes you a target, but it also makes you incredibly powerful. You have the strength of two packs behind you, and I—” His voice faltered for a moment as his wolf stirred within him, acknowledging her power. “I am yours to command.”

The garden had different species of flowers but the common ones were the black flowers Ava loved so much,they were planted by King Alarie himself. "They are so beautiful," Ava said touching the black flowers"Now that I think of it, you love black.Black roses, black carriages, black clothes and a mask, black snake. Everything is black." "Black is the real deal," Vador replied. "Then why aren't you the black lord," She said chuckling. Right there darkness took over Vador,in a second his hands were tightened around Ava's neck,his eyes were no longer red but a darker shade of red. "Don't you ever say that," he spat.

The crisp scent of damp earth and pine needles filled his senses, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the storm in his mind. Liam Black — Alpha of the Black Panther Pack — moved with predatory grace, his golden eyes sharp as a blade in the dim twilight. His sleek black coat, faintly visible through the open flaps of his cloak, shone faintly under the dying red light of the setting sun. His muscles coiled and uncoiled with each step as his internal battle raged on. Every instinct told him to turn around. To go back. To keep his distance from her. Elizabeth.

“STOP IT!” Adrian's eyes turned completely black. Then gold. Then something worse. Pure white. Architect Prime appeared behind him. He dropped to his knees. Subject One stared in horror. “What is happening?” Charles looked at the screen. His face lost all color. “Elena…” “What?” Charles slowly turned toward her. “The system isn't transferring the Mother into Adrian.” “Then what is it doing?” A new message appeared. ORIGINAL VESSEL RESTORED. ARCHITECT ZERO AWAKENING.