Transformers Seeker Novels & Stories

Only a bracelet Seraphine had once given her before they parted ways in childhood — one of the few people Seraphine had dared to love *before the flames*. Behind her, the wind shifted. A whisper. A shape. A silver-masked figure stepped out from behind the trees. Not the hunter. But something worse. A **Seeker.** The Tribunal’s soul-takers. > “You are the girl she loves,” it said in a voice without breath. Kaela ran. She never made it past the clearing. --- ### **\[Section 3: Return of the Hunter – Not Alone]** Riven stepped out into the cold hallway above the vault when he felt it: the air thickened, not with flame, but with blood. The scent of a kill. A message.

"My sister and I had been shadow hunting for eight months when we met them. There were three of them. They offered their resources in return for ours. We didn't know they were Scorchers, we just knew we couldn't turn their food and light connections down. I was injured two months ago, saving us from two taken and they thought I was dying. They took us to one of their nests, fixed me up and sent me on my way." "And your sister?" "She stayed behind."

But there was one thing Monroe didn’t consider. One thing I’d kept a secret to everyone outside my inner circle. The Seeker. I shut my eyes and reached down for that familiar pull, the one that had walked me through the dark step by step when there had been no light and no map and no hope of finding anything at all. Find me something that can fix this, I thought. The Seekr buzzed to life. I’d spent months honing it, studying it, practicing it until it was second nature. It came easily now, a flood of emotions and tethers pulling me toward the forest.

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

Lena cried. “They’ve got certain members of the circle known as seekers,” Davina continued. “Their job is to detect magical signals that don’t correspond with that of their members, and of course, their initiates too.” Xavier sighed noisily. “So, what does this seekers have to do with anything?” I raised a brow at her. “Recall the card we got at the ball,” she turned to Elora, and Elora nodded. “On the back of that card is a location. That’s where we meet the first group of seekers, who will take our magical signatures.”

“At least you’re honest, I suppose. But you have to trust me for my plan to work. I know you want Scarlett back, more than anything; to get her back, you need to wholeheartedly believe that I want the three of us to succeed.” “How can I do that when you’ve given me no reason to trust me?” “I am going to today. I am going to now.” He cleared his throat. “I knew all along that you would get your Gamma to trail me. I did not lead him here without purpose, though. There were transporters in every location we visited, and I was using them and learning about them. How did you think it was so easy for me to evade him? I am a Seer, not a sorcerer.” He coughed. “Then you had to end up here, at this p

I said, and she chuckled. “The main part to help you understand is that most seers, be they full supernatural types, or humans with a little extra, come from the sorcerer magic line. They work with either space or time.” she tilted her head at me and I nodded to assure her I was understanding. “Now I say most because there is one type of seer that is actually from a more pure source. This type is very rare and is a very, very powerful seer. They don’t channel their gift through dimensional magic like, say, a psychic or a medium would. They channel their gift directly from the source of life itself. They hold the purest connection to source and therefore have the clearest and most accurate vi

He opened his mouth to ask a question, but the Seeker cut him off. "There is no time to explain now," the Seeker said, his eyes piercing into Sebastian's. "We must go. The Shadowscale are closing in." Without hesitation, Sebastian and Amelia followed the Seeker, trusting in his guidance. The helicopters grew closer with each passing moment, their blades thudding like a constant, pounding threat. The Seeker led them down a maze of streets and alleyways, his movements sure and swift. Sebastian struggled to keep up with his pace, his muscles aching from the constant running. But he knew they had no choice - they had to keep moving.

"I've explained a hundred times—I replied to you telepathically! And you're still going on about it?" The two of them bickered like children for a while. When boarding time drew near, they finally said their reluctant goodbyes. Roxanne passed through security with her backpack and was still looking for her seat on the plane when a message from Erica came in. "I just saw someone! His back looks exactly like Andre's!" That one line instantly put Roxanne on alert. She instinctively scanned her surroundings. Not seeing that familiar face, she felt slightly relieved. "You probably mistook someone else for him," she replied.