Transformers Tower Novels & Stories

"Drop the gun, Dante! Your arm is literally falling off!" Bianca’s scream was ripped away by the freezing gale at the top of the Source tower. They were eight hundred feet up, standing on a narrow platform of reinforced steel that groaned under the pressure of the storm. Below them, the world was a grid of flickering lights and rising smoke. The "Purge" frequency was hitting its peak. Every transmission tower in the city hummed with a low, bone-shaking vibration that turned the air into static.

91 million people ascended it in 2015. The tower is 324 metres (1,063 ft) tall, about the same height as an 81-storey building, and the tallest structure in Paris. Its base is square, measuring 125 metres (410 ft) on each side. During its construction, the Eiffel Tower surpassed the Washington Monument to become the tallest man-made structure in the world, a title it held for 41 years until the Chrysler Building in New York City was finished in 1930. It was the first structure in the world to surpass both the 200 meter and 300 meter mark in height. Due to the addition of a broadcasting aerial at the top of the tower in 1957, it is now taller than the Chrysler Building by 5.2 metres (17 ft).

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!