Transformers Saga Novels & Stories

Vee stops, then signals for Nasar to continue. Clearing his throat, Nasar also began his dialogue. "We don't believe him. None of us did, even though he tried to explain and even give us proof." "Which kind of proof?" The processor asked "He transformed into an ugly creature," Michael clarified. "Same goes for his soldiers; they transform into tremendous, blood-sucking creatures." Favour illuminated. "That is how we know that Ryan is something else." "Several days passed, but you didn't return." Nasar continued. "Even though I had a vision of you resurrecting, fighting Ryan in the arena ground like you had done today, and freeing all of us. However, you didn't return, which made me lose hope

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

**“Because you’re evolving. The static, the Rootmother’s rot, the Verse’s entropy—they’re merging in you. You’re the first of a new kind. A *Harbinger*.” The word coils in my gut. “A Harbinger of what?” He smiles, sharp and hollow. **“The end of their war. The Verse aren’t apex predators. They’re soldiers. And you’re the weapon they’ve been desperate to claim.”** --- **The First Transformation** The golden sapling’s song grows urgent. When I approach, its roots lash out, fusing with the sigil on my chest. Agony erupts—not pain, but *revelation*.

com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time === Summary === After Noah's death, what greeted him was an AI system calling itself Black, offering him a job working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. He has to travel to many different worlds, taking over an identity of some unfortunate soon-to-be-dead dude, and live out the remainder of his new life there however he wanted. Easy-peasy! ...Right? ...Ok, sure, there are a few small kinks here and there... like terrorist attacks, murder plots, zombie apocalypses, and the like... but one should always look at the bright side!

Derek, Sophia , Vieira and the healer were all still in the alpha king's chamber. A good while had passed. At the moment, no one was saying anything. A couple of servants scurried through the entire place in a bid to get the whole mess cleaned up properly and set the room in order as it ought to be. Derek could not stop staring in wonder at the mess he had created. The whole room was in chaos. More like where two werewolves had had a very brutal fight that was set for death. The only things that missed were those markings of the claws of people who were slashing everything. Some parts of the room definitely needed to be redone. He sat on a sofa with his full focus geared towards the two huma

Izfar Izfar was deep in his thoughts while he stared the data about lost creatures that the ministry of general affairs and ministry of defense have shared. It explains the huge increase of numbers for missing creatures throughout the years, especially the pixies. Fortunately, Izfar had found most of the names on the list, yet unfortunately, all of them were already dead and turned into an offering for black magic. Just a few minutes ago, Raon and Horan teleported back to the palace, looking completely deranged. Fear and wariness were reflected in their eyes as they told him all about what they saw, in addition for solidifying the evidence that they sent a few days ago via Hexana.

"Transit platform charging. You'll have a window of approximately thirty seconds before the ley surge peaks." Sage stepped onto the platform, her legs trembling. The inscribed patterns beneath her feet began to glow, warm against her skin even through her shoes. "What if I can't control it? The transformation?" Marcus joined her on the platform, his own features already beginning to shift subtly. "Trust your instincts. Your bloodline remembers what your mind has forgotten." The platform hummed with increasing intensity, and Sage felt that familiar heat building in her chest again. But this time, instead of trying to suppress it, she let it flow through her. The warmth spread outward, racing

Angela sat in her bed holding Adam, silver lines visible on both of them now as stress triggered their transformations. "They're coming for us, aren't they?" she asked quietly. "Yeah," I said, not bothering to lie. "But they'll have to go through me first." The silver fire in my veins pulsed in agreement, power building for what was coming. Outside, the battle raged as our pack fought to protect what mattered most. Inside, we waited with a telepathic baby and a transformed sister and enough silver-blessed power to level a city block if necessary. The augments wanted a war? They were about to get one.

“We need his majesty’s express permission to do that. As long as he’s not here we can’t–“ I banged my fist on the table. You don’t get it, do you? M’gethir’s dead! So is Xassin and everyone else that went to fight that thing! You better make a decision now, or else, the blood of all those innocents will be on your hands!” They seemed shocked for a second, as if M’gethir was some undying god and the thought of him perishing was impossible. Then they all finally looked at me and nodded. The next few minutes were spent disengaging the spell that disengaged them from normal reality. Then planets with life on them were sent through massive portals. Soon, only battle planets and Le’uthara were lef

He’s just a little overbearing, but it all comes from his love for me. The Deads – this name still gives me the chills – go to train with the other warriors, saying that they want to see if the wolves have any chance against the Undeads heading our way, and Thea and Leo’s sons drag Lia and Blake outside, having mentioned something about getting to know their cousin.