Transformers Seeker Novels & Stories

"Every wolf he's ever owned. They say he can smell defiance, that he takes pleasure in crushing it." "Better broken than dead." Mom's voice cracks. "The Seekers are coming, James. You know what they'll do if they find her. A blood wolf in heat—" "Don't." Something crashes against a wall. "There has to be another way." I slide down the wall, wrapping my arms around my knees. The thin cotton of my sundress does nothing to stop the shivers wracking my body. They're right – the Seekers are coming. Even now, I can feel them getting closer, their magic reaching out across pack territories, searching for anomalies. For monsters like me.

They turned back toward the landing craft, their blades glowing with the same white heat that was currently incinerating my own nerves. ​I walked out of the Hub and onto the main observation deck. The Scrapyard was a vision of hell. Three Harvester Dropships, which were massive, tripod-like structures, had slammed into the valley floor, their legs crushing the historical archives of the old world into powder. From their bellies, swarms of Seekers were pouring out. They were small, multi-legged constructs designed to harvest biological matter, and they were moving toward the civilian sectors with a terrifying, silent speed. ​“You came to the wrong world,” I said. My voice was amplified by the

The war council convened at dawn, but this time the atmosphere was markedly different from our previous gatherings. Where before we had dealt with conventional threats armies, territorial disputes, political maneuvering now we faced something that challenged our understanding of what was possible. Maris sat at the council table's edge, her scarred hands folded as she prepared to reveal intelligence that had been buried in magically enhanced memories. Around her, alliance representatives leaned forward with expressions that mixed curiosity with deep unease. "The Void Seekers aren't a traditional pack," she began, her voice steady despite the weight of what she was sharing. "They're wolves who

"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."

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

Armor protects him from the forest and the spell imbedded within his palm connects with his treasured beast, granting their sights briefly. The hounds that are circling the site have their stomachs glow with a catalyst rune that looks like an all-seeing eye. This eye is connecting to all the lower joints of the heart seekers and the veins within theirs. A coloration begins to shape into the same bleak eye as butcher. All at once, the heart seekers eyes turn into the same hue and pupil shape as Butcher’s orbs. Each and every seeker darts their eyes from the distance that they are at, looking over yonder, pass trees and even clearings. One mutt sees three figures approaching the sight from the

“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

Another mocked, baring his fangs in obvious mockery. Faked my death? I was bloody kidnapped by that motherfucking Seeker! But I know, no one would believe that a seeker had kidnapped someone like me. Seekers are known to be the proudest set of beings on earth who answers only to the Alpha wolf. The first member spat out," I guess it's more like she couldn't seduce her little Alpha anymore so she is desperately looking for another replacement. Bitch!" I draw a slow breath and lift my chin, unbothered about their word. “I need to speak with your Alpha.”

And floating above the altar, surrounded by silver light, was the sixth seal. It looked different from the others. Bigger. More complex. And inside its light, Derek could see images. Memories. Elena's memories. "That's it," Tamara breathed. "The final seal. My mother's last truth." She stepped forward without fear. The power in her recognized its missing piece. That's when the Hunters revealed themselves. Twelve of them stepped out from behind trees and stones. All wore tactical gear. All pointed weapons at the group. The leader held something Derek had never seen before. It looked like a rifle mixed with something alien. The metal glowed with a sick green light.

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.