Transformers Seeker Novels & Stories

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!"

I said dryly. “I have something to offer,” the Seeker said quickly, as if deciding on something. I leaned back in my chair, carefully examining Reiner and waiting for an explanation. He drank the contents of his glass in one fell swoop and poured more. - You need a patron. I can offer myself.

"Gather intel, identify key operatives, and eliminate the threat." The duo set out, navigating the Institute's labyrinthine corridors. Upon arriving at Sector 7, they discovered a heavily fortified facility. "Security's tighter than expected," Ryker whispered. Tristan's wolf senses kicked in. "I've got an idea." He transformed, slipping past guards undetected. Ryker followed, using his lock picking skills to bypass security doors. Inside, they uncovered a hidden room. "Intel suggests a high-ranking traitor," Ryker said, scanning files.

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.

’ The group of Rebels gathered called themselves ‘The Seekers’, I’d been getting some news about them years before now, but ever since Rosalia’s death they’d not only grown stronger, but also fearless—fearless enough that they could hold a meeting like this one under broad daylight. “They have the people on their side,” Katalier piped in through the mindlink, reading me. “And they believe Cassian can’t kill them on spot because of that.” How wrong they were. If they believed having the pack’s backing made them invisible then they were in for a big surprise, and that’s why I was here to curb whatever this was before it got to the Alpha’s ears. “Wait here,” I said to Katalier, “I’m coming with