Transformers Tower Novels & Stories

“Let’s go. We’ll take a taxi to the Trade City Center. Don’t tell anyone about this. Keep a low profile, especially in front of Thea.” “Got it.” Xara nodded in excitement. James called a taxi to the Trade City Center. Newly constructed and located in downtown Cansington, its central region was filled with skyscrapers. The region was comprised of many pedestrian streets, food streets, commercial streets, antique streets, and clothing streets. There were even villas and luxury residential areas in the vicinity. All these combined constituted the trade center of a new era. In the heart of the region stood a skyscraper. It was a hundred and eighty stories tall, the tallest tower of the trade cen

Outside the window, two towers faced each other across the skyline, Valmere Tower, golden and blinding. Cain Dominion Headquarters, black glass and steel, its logo glowing like fire. And Deborah stood between them, the crown jewel of one empire, the secret weakness of another. Her heart pounded as the lightning lit the sky. The war of empires had begun. And the first casualty… would be love.

Bella POV The elevator doors opened on the forty-second floor of Sterling Tower, and I stepped into what would be Hart Worldwide's North American headquarters. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of Silverton's skyline, and directly across the street, like a dark monument to everything I'd survived, stood Black Tower. Caleb's kingdom, looming over mine. "Mommy, it's so high up!" Tom pressed his face against the glass, his grey eyes wide with wonder. "I can see everything!"

Black Tower stands tall in the heart of the city, resembling a modern fortress. As night falls, the glass facade of the building reflects the city's lights, shimmering with brilliance. Alicia Stewart stands at the entrance of the building, looking up at the symbol of power, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

The white-hot portal of celestial light tore through space, depositing Dominic, Clara, and their newborn son directly onto the private helipad atop Vance Tower. The night air over the capital was thick with the acrid stench of burning jet fuel, ozone, and heavy military silver powder. Explosions rocked the lower levels of the eighty-story glass skyscraper, lighting up the overcast skyline in violently pulsing shades of orange and black. Sirens wailed throughout the metropolitan grid, but down on the streets, human authorities were helpless against the supernatural war unfolding inside the tower.

Anji replied. They ran. But as they turned the corner into the elevator bank, the doors hissed open, and instead of a hallway, they saw only an endless, yawning drop into a black, buzzing expanse of circuitry. The Tower was gone. In its place, the parasite was building its throne.

Kaine fell last, not behind them, but through them, gold light forcing corrupted machines to recognize change whether they wanted to or not. The main obedience tower rose from the center of a dead city. It had been built over old streets, old homes, old bones, and Mae felt every stolen layer of it as they landed. Thousands of people stood around its base in perfect rows, eyes empty, bodies trembling beneath the weight of commands they could not resist. At the top of the tower, High Chancellor Darius Kelm waited behind a wall of glass and light. He looked less like a ruler than a frightened man dressed in authority.

I am further blown away. We pull into a zone where parking is prohibited, but we roll to a stop at the curb, anyway, I crane my neck to view as far up as I can. But Jameson says, “We’ll get out.” The driver opens Jameson’s door, who assists me, which is a good thing, given I’m hypnotized by the striking feature. I know from some distant research, probably in high school, that for four decades after it was built, the Eiffel Tower was the tallest structure in the world. This was before the Chrysler Building was constructed in 1930. It is the equivalent of an eighty-one-story skyscraper, nearly unfathomable to me.

Satisfied that most of the real police had left the building, Dom keyed his radio. "Palo? You there?" Palo looked down through dirty plexiglass. The yellow exoskeleton stood 126 feet tall and resembled a giant stick figure. He used an enormous grasper to place a half ton pallet of electroactive wallboard on the third floor of the quickly growing office complex, straighted his durasteel spine, and turned the machine's torso toward the east. Tiled rooftops stretched into the distance.

Yet no one had tried to break into the Tower of the Hundred to apprehend her. “No one can. That tower is an instrument of the old times. It was made with the strongest of materials and the strangest of powers. Even if all the Phenoms in the world come together, we wouldn’t be able to dent its walls.” The 1st Ancestor had a wry smile on her face as she spoke. Her words shook Magma to the core. Phenoms were existences that were way beyond the current him. Yet the most powerful Phenom he knew was saying that even if all the Phenoms came together, they wouldn’t be capable of leaving a mark on a tower!