Transformers Seeker Novels & Stories

His step was silent, but the presence of Project Azilla his right arm was not to be overlooked for the Queen. The purple antimatter Membrane sang a quiet, destructive song. The queen ripped his hands out of the stone. The ground begged. She slowly turned and the smile on her monstrous face was full of merciless Arrogance. “The Seeker,” she whispered, and her voice left the rain around her vaporize. “You wear the toy of the old architects. You really think, Piece of dead metal can stop the blood of the first generation?”

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

The man in the cloak stepped forward, his hood falling back to reveal a face Sebastian didn't recognise. He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through him and a stern expression that spoke of wisdom and experience. "I am the Seeker," the man said, his voice low and gravelly. "And I am here to help you." Sebastian felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps this Seeker could help them find a way out of this mess. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but the Seeker cut him off.

"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.

For the first time since it appeared, the Warden hesitated. The amber glow in its eyes flickered. When it spoke again, the words carried unmistakable weight. “THE DEVOURER OF BONDS.” Lyra felt cold spread through her chest. “The shadow entity?” The Warden slowly shook its massive head. Stone ground against stone. “NO.” Kael frowned. “Then what was that thing?” The Warden looked toward the ruined courtyard walls where the shadow creature had vanished. “A SEEKER.” Lyra’s stomach tightened. “A scout.”

"The Seeker observes. Warns. But doesn't interfere. Doesn't take sides. That's nature. That's purpose." "Then we convince them. We make them understand stakes. Make them see that observation means nothing if reality itself gets unmade. They exist between realities. If this reality falls, that affects everything. Affects them too. They have to care. Have to help." Thorne looked at me. Through bond I felt his doubt. His concern. But also trust. "How do we find the Seeker? They found us last time. We don't know how to summon them. How to reach between."

"Just get on with why you're here and let me be." Hunter laughed again, and I found myself wondering if this was how they always were when alone, this easy banter between Alpha and Beta, friends since childhood. I pressed closer to the door, careful to keep my breathing silent. "It's about the search," Hunter's voice turned serious. "We've gotten a report from the seekers." My ears pricked at this, straining to hear. The sound of footsteps — Nox striding, probably — echoed. "The seekers found the children. They're being brought here."

The world was being stripped of its messiness, its dirt, and its life, leaving behind something perfect, cold, and dead. "Elara, look!" Silas pointed ahead. A squad of "Seekers"—the glass angels from the multiverse—were descending from the violet eye. They weren't looking for civilians. They were headed straight for us. Their spears of data were already glowing, locking onto the Grey Flame in my chest. "They're faster than us!" Marcus cried. "I’ll buy us time," Silas said, starting to let go of my hand. "No! Silas, you’re too weak!"

murmured a seeker, capturing the transformative nature of the revelation. The sentient force within the artifact bestowed upon the seekers a final revelation—a cosmic mission that extended beyond the joint empire. Quoted conversations among them carried a mix of awe and responsibility as they realized their destiny was intricately linked to the fate of distant realms and civilizations. "The twists of our journey do not end here. Our cosmic mission extends to the farthest reaches of existence," proclaimed the charismatic leader, their words resonating with a newfound sense of purpose.