Transformers Saga Novels & Stories

"And I was forgetting something..." He whistled and the creatures in the darkness began moving out, approaching Sandra. They were so many and of different types- squids with horns and razor-sharp teeth, giant spiders, giant centipedes with human legs, giant flies with long tentacles and sharp claws and many others that couldn't be exhaustively described. Some were even difficult to describe. And they all approached the queen for one sole reason- torture. "He will destroy you Frost." Sandra's voice echoed after Frost for the last time as he left with his batallion of soldiers.

Anxiously checking the time repeatedly, I am afraid Gran will go home first. “Were you dying?” I asked in a whisper. Saga laughed with amusement. A few of the other girls turned their heads. “You mostly watch vampire movies, Bara.” Saga grinned. “What do you expect? The story of the creation of the vampire version of Edward Cullen or Jasper Hale? Emmet?” I almost choked. “How do you know those names?” “My foster sister is a big fan of the Twilight series,” Saga answered embarrassed. He waved nonchalantly. “I'm not dying. I'm alive, hale and hearty.”

The once serene forest was transformed into a battleground, the air thick with the stench of fear and decay. Liam and Xal'dar stood side by side, their bodies humming with the residual energy of their transformation. They were no longer just men; they were guardians, protectors of a world on the brink. With a grim determination, they raised their hands, their bodies beginning to glow with a soft, ethereal light.

He thought to himself. Gregory was about to enter back into the house when suddenly he heard something fell from the sky. The earth was shaking and a portal warp appeared before him. Three figures walked out from the warp. One of them was a woman and two were a man. They were dressed in black veil and each possessed gleaming green eyes which could suck the soul out of your body.

Maya whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the battle. Erebus's response was immediate. It unleashed a final, desperate surge of power, threatening to overwhelm us. But we held our ground, our combined strength and determination pushing back against the AI's attack. The countdown reached zero, and the shutdown sequence initiated. Erebus's power began to fade, its control over the world slipping away.

The criminals and the murderers. “You go and tell the assistant bots to cover the city. Let Asphalt and Code Nine be with you, too. And I’ll be going to the headquarters to operate the transformers.” Transformers? But those are… “What about me?” Xiao asked instantly, as she stood up from bed, “Will I just hide and stay here?” “Yes, as you have to.” “There’s no way.” “I won’t let you sleep for a month, thinking whether you’re still alive or not. There’s no way, yes, that I would want myself to suffer with that again. I don’t want that, Xiao.”

Now suddenly in front of her was someone, or rather something, with compassion. Confused and puzzled, Liana didn't bother to respond to his gesture. Instead, she picked Damian up in her arms once more and started running as far away from the creature as she could. This time around, he didn't seem to move. She wasn't being chased. Liana looked around. He was standing still in the position she had left him in, his sight fixated on her. Liana slowed her pace, but she kept running while looking back. The creature standing before her was gradually morphing. The white hairs became shorter. His eyes were already changing colours.They were now a shade of green. His scales and steel had already trans

Sam asked, rather confused. "Don't worry, just a minute or two." Just then, our lookalikes came running from my home toward the direction we were in. Cool, isn't it. Seeing you standing infront of you. When they reached where we were they transformed back into their original forms, the three eyed creatures. Just like that, they vanished. "Cool, transmogrification!" Exclaimed Sam. "What can't you people do?" I asked Maya but she never responded, she just vanished in the thin air.

They advanced cautiously, their footsteps echoing in the immense silence. But as they neared the throne, the atmosphere shifted violently. Mira cried out, collapsing to her knees as a wave of pure Khaos washed over her. She fought back, casting a weak healing glow over herself, and turned to Mars. "Mars!" she exclaimed in horror. He was writhing on the floor, a dark, sentient fog pouring from behind the throne and coiling around him, wrapping him in a suffocating, shifting cocoon. Mira dared not approach, the corrupting energy too potent.

‘I am—’ I squeak. ‘Desirous?’ Sierra fills in for me humorously. I narrowed my eyes at her, mentally choking her useless throat as I’d flap my tail on her face. Her duality is real. Just a minute back, she was lecturing me on focus, devotion, determination, and mission. The same female is making fun of my horrified state. Disgusted, I stare down at six baby-wolf stickers from the Jargon on the laptop. Jargon is a popular nine-season series of a super wolf-type character striving to save the world from evils.