Transformers Tower Novels & Stories

​The nearest relay was located on the roof of the old transit yard control tower—the tallest concrete structure in Sector 4, currently rising out of the floodwaters like a jagged tooth. ​"The Cross family is going to jam all external frequencies the moment their hover-craft hit the sector perimeter," Vivian said, her voice dropping into a tight, hard tone. "If we don't connect the ground integration line at the tower before they arrive, we won't be able to activate the bunker’s automated defense grids or utilize the satellite dome. We’ll be blind, deaf, and completely defenseless against a corporate siege."

"Sever the relay towers!" "We can't!" the technician cried. "The air around the towers has ionized. The beam is holding itself together through pure magnetic induction!" The Executive Spire, built of reinforced steel and obsidian glass, began to undergo a Phase Transition. The stone didn't just crack; it began to flow. The black-glass tiles turned into a viscous, glowing liquid that dripped down the side of the building like volcanic wax. The Great Short-Circuit Lyra felt the "Resistance" of the city finally snap. The underground radiator-grids, unable to handle the sheer volume of energy, began to explode. Manhole covers launched into the air on pillars of white steam.

So close. YOU WILL BE FINE. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO OVER YOUR PITCH AGAIN. Roxanne growled. Good point. I should not be caught grabbing straws, I needed solid points if I wanted to at least make an effort. The car soon stopped before a building. As I got out, I realized that the building was the tallest building in the city. The building anyone could see from anywhere in the city. The Pierxly Tower. “Whoa,” I found myself mouthing.

The signal was originating from the highest elevation in the district. "There." I pointed past the chaotic spray of disintegrator beams. The spires of the Cathedral of the Moon rose above the black smoke. "The signal tower is disguised as a bell tower. Nergal isn't modulating their movements from the throne. He is transmitting from the altar." "The Cathedral?"

The ground trembled beneath their feet. A deep rumbling echoed through the air, followed by a crack of energy. Aria turned sharply, scanning the distance. Out beyond the ruins, a massive black spire rose from the horizon jagged, pulsing with red light. It hadn’t been there before. The energy radiating from it was unmistakable. “The Shadow Tower,” Ronan said grimly. “It’s his fortress. He built it over the ruins of the sacred grounds the place where the Moon Stone used to rest.”

I was there in the ancient times, centuries before the discovery of electricity, before humans ever learned how to harness the power of the sun or split the atom. And I have visited in the modern age, after humanity discovered how to capture and transmit wireless signals across vast distances. The Towers are an anomaly. There is no radio signal there, the thick, stone walls and surrounding mountain ranges acting as a natural shield, coupled with whatever ancient magic the first elders wove into the foundations.

"How are you going to destroy the tower?" "Her powers maybe," Rodrick said. "No, my power is too limited," Molly said. "They won't be able to do the amount of damage needed to destroy the tower." "How big is this tower even?" Det. Brighton asked. "It's massive. Almost twice as tall as the Burj Khalifa and with an even taller antenna on top of it that broadcasts signals to all the chasens scattered across the entire universe," Rodrick answered. "Of course." "My hands can only do so much, what we need is something that is going to completely take the tower out," Molly said.

But now she would be seeing it up close in real life. For a while now, she could see the top of the tower like a picture painted into the landscape by some genius artist. Now that the sky was much darker, it stood out even more because of its lights. "We're close now," Devlin said. Faith grinned. She could tell. A few moments later, they were at the foot of the tower. There it was, the grand Eiffel tower right in front of Faith, a massive beautiful structure that completely dwarved her.

Always bustling and busy with visitors. But they guarded their city like warriors with a grudge. It wasn’t long before the land started to change and we made it to the Glass black tower. Curt’s voice came through the comm. “Hold formation. Eyes up.” We drove another ten minutes before we saw it. The tower was 59 floors high and full of their highest level panthers and probably a good quarter of the sentinels. Most of the panthers joined the Rinks. They always signed up. It was like a silent right. Unlike wolves who went in small numbers. They went in the hundreds.

Tall twisted black spires dotted the landscape. "What are those?" Lexi asked in awe. "The solar towers." "Oh, they look different than I thought they would." "Remember, don't mess with them or the Surface police people will come after you." "Isn't it a little weird that all the power comes from the Surface but none of the power works up here?" "Power works up here, you just have to know how to do it right." "And you know how to make it work?"