Transformers: The Fall Of Cybertron Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I know, but—“ Kayden and Kieran’s voices were getting low, but I knew what they were planning to do. There was a protocol that only my Beta and Gamma knew—once I shifted in the presence of anyone else, they should shoot me with silver bullets. Unless my shifting happened under an emergency situation, they should obey that rule. “No buts, Kieran. Prepare your gun.” Ace didn’t give them the luxury to talk anymore. He went straight to Kieran, who was still distracted, and attacked him. Ace’s sharp claw pierced through Kieran’s flesh. Blood dripped to the ground, making Ace growl in satisfaction.

Not every fall… --- Is caused by weakness. --- Not every defeat… --- Means failure. --- Sometimes— --- The strongest ones fall… --- Because they refuse to bend. --- The core was breaking. --- Not slowly anymore. --- Not quietly. --- Violently. --- Cracks tore through the space around them— --- Splintering light, distorting structure, pulling everything toward collapse. --- Time— --- Was gone. --- “We end this now!” Victor’s voice cut through the chaos.

He was forcing the parasite to swallow the cold, dead reality of an empty city. There was no exit. No broadcast. No uplink. Just a long, cold dark. The transformer exploded with the sound of a thousand cracking icebergs. A shockwave rippled out, slamming Anji backward into the dark, crushing the breath out of him as the lights failed—not for a moment, but forever. In the final instant, he saw the singularity shrink. It didn't expand to engulf the city. It collapsed inward, a violent implosion of violet sparks that sucked into the shard, then faded into a pinpoint, and vanished.

Kael didn't use his blade; he used his Alpha-Call, a localized shockwave of pure life-force that shattered the drones' fragile logic. The Encounter with the Ghost They reached the central chamber. In the middle of a swirling vortex of dark matter sat a withered, chrome-plated husk. It was Drax's original command throne, now fused into the Hive's nervous system. Within the throne, a holographic flicker of General Drax appeared. He looked older, his digital form fraying at the edges. "Architect," Drax's voice echoed in their minds. "You... took... your... time. The Swarm... is... hungry. It wants... the... song."

HE was outraged. “You won't be able to silence me, you know?” his wolf chuckled, “because I'm you and you're me, and we're one.” Alpha Zane was outraged once more, so he went to a giant tree and punched it, sending it flying meters away, but he wasn't pleased. HE shifted back into his wolf after destroying about seven trees because HE couldn't possibly go home naked, and then HE mind-linked Robert asking him to bring him the extra clothes in the car.

No better than what I have on my back right now. "Your stuff is crap," I say, eyeing a little kid as he hands over a shovel to a taller man with a stain-covered hoodie. "I expected the Rebels to have better gears. You know, considering your whole 'Get rid of the damn chimeras things and take back Earth' thing. You're going to need more than peashooters to take down their spaceship." "Oh, believe me. We have more. We just have it packed away at the current moment."

You’r not going to lower yourself just because someone thought lowly of you, you hear me? I wished I was as brave as my wolf. Beta Maddox heaved a long breath. “I, Maddox Barnes, reject Autumn Kim as my mate. I’m sorry, Autumn. But it’s time to move on from the past.”

Ophelia, Carl, Nina, Kai, Elara — all suited up and ready. Tobias rerouted their dropship straight into the Vanguard’s central citadel, where Maddox had retreated with the last of his clone units. The halls were metal-lined graves. Ghosts of the past stared at them from shattered pods and abandoned data towers. At the throne-like center, Maddox stood. Waiting. “You’ve come to kill me?” he asked. “No,” Carl said, stepping forward. “I came to end you.” The two clashed in an explosion of raw force — Carl’s disruption field ripping through Maddox’s shield tech.

“Like you were some secret agent and couldn’t contact me. That someday you’d show up in a black SUV and explain it all.” Meekey smiled faintly, tears in her eyes now. “That would’ve made a better story.” “You don’t get to be in my life,” Natalie said after a moment. “Not like before. I don’t trust you.” “I don’t blame you.” “But…” Natalie hesitated, jaw clenched. “Maybe I don’t hate you anymore.” That was it. That one sentence cracked something open in Meekey:s chest. “I’ll take that,” Meekey whispered.

Suspense gripped the assembly as the prophecy hinted at the existence of a cosmic entity known as "Aeon Nexus." Aeon Nexus, an entity of cosmic balance, revealed itself in a burst of radiant energy. Suspense transformed into awe as the joint empire, the Eclipse Sowers, and the cosmic entity engaged in a cosmic dialogue that transcended words. The twists of reconciliation and understanding unfolded as Aeon Nexus, the arbitrator of cosmic equilibrium, sought to guide the multiverse toward a harmonious coexistence.