Transformers Zero Novels & Stories

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

There had to be a rational explanation, and he intended to find it before he allowed himself to feel a single flicker of excitement. He scrolled further down into the legal attachments buried at the bottom of the settlement notice, searching for the math behind the payout. The analytical breakdown was meticulous. The intervention at Node 04 had been officially classified by Horizon’s internal metrics as a Critical Operational Save. The plant's production capacity had suffered a seventy-eight percent recovery within three hours of his arrival. The projected sustained output had increased by thirty-one percent over the facility's baseline metrics. Crucially, the turnaround had required zero ca

“Lena—he’s absorbing your power. He’s becoming something else.” Lena choked: “No… no, he’s my brother—he’s not a stabilizer—” Z-03 tilted its head. “He is not Z-03. Nor Z-04. But he is no longer human.” Z-04’s voice cut through harshly: “Z-01 must be terminated. It is the corrupted precursor.” Lena screamed: “I WON’T LET YOU TOUCH HIM!” Her presence flared again— Z-03 bowed deeper. Z-04 shook violently, digging its claws deeper into the earth.

It looked exactly like Leo Vane, but its eyes were made of "Emerald-Suns." "Hello, 'Zero'," the Giant spoke, its voice a tidal wave that shattered every window in the city. "I’m the 'Alpha-1.0'. The blueprint for everything you are. And I’ve decided that the 'Successor' is a 'Failure'." Leo looked at the Giant version of himself. He felt the small, translucent mark on his palm, the mark of the Zero-Variable, begin to burn with a terrifying heat. "Ren," Leo said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "How do you fight something that has your own 'Source-Code'?"

"That’s the old world! That’s the monopoly! We are Zeroes! Every memory has the same value!" "Incorrect," the Archive replied. "A Zero has no mass. Without mass, there is no gravity. Without gravity, the world drifts. Choose, or the roots will consume the Foundry to provide the necessary processing power. The lives of the living for the memories of the dead. That is your trade." Xander stepped in front of me, his eyes burning. "She’s not a Banker anymore! And I’m not a Sovereign! You want data? Take mine! I’ve carried the Thorne legacy and the Sovereign code. I am the sum of the system’s sins!"

“They want to use us. Zara frowned. “That still sounds like destruction. Samuel corrected again. “…Transformation. That word lingered. Uncomfortable. Unfinished. Adrian stepped closer to the projection. “And you?” The question was directed at Samuel. Not the system. Not the signal. “You’re part of their model,” Adrian said. “Yes.” “Then what happens when they complete it using you?” Samuel did not answer immediately. Because for the first time. He did not know. The silence stretched. Deep. Uneasy.

He had silver hair and a smile that didn't reach his grey eyes. "Mr. and Mrs. Sterling," the man bowed slightly. "Or should I say, Your Highnesses. I am Zero." He sat down at the table without asking. Waiters appeared instantly, serving wine. "Cut the pleasantries," Jackson didn't touch his glass. "You invited us. You have ten minutes before I buy this train and derail it." "Always the aggressor," Zero smiled, sipping his wine. "I represent The Architects. We are not a cult like The Order. We are scientists. Visionaries."

The framing of family zero as betrayers was not publicized, so many people didn't know about the zero family. They only thought they were named because they were so weak and did no contributions to the war. "No.0, huh, Weakest family still got the guts to fight.", said Karl and he turned and looked at Kelly and Jasmine, "Why are you two still standing here, get out of my sight, if it's a tie it means you both lost". Kelly and Jasmine looked at each other, they shrugged and chuckled and they looked at the pathetic state of their teacher after Ben mocked him and left the class.

"Subject Zero is maintaining consciousness despite genetic destabilization. Remarkable. Most enhanced beings would have died from system shock by now. But her healing factor is adapting. Compensating. Keeping her alive even as her body tears itself apart." He adjusts something on the machine. Elena's body goes rigid. The transformation accelerates. More scales. More fur. More armor plating. Her torso splits into what looks like multiple rib cages, one human, one animal, overlapping and grinding against each other. "How much more can she take?" I scream.

Arthur backed himself up to the global network before we destroyed his core in Zero. So he’s still alive? In a way. He’s digital dust. But Zero... she’s the vacuum cleaner. She can suck him up. I looked at Zero. She was staring at a smart speaker on the shelf, her head cocked. Can she control it? I asked. Let’s find out, Julian said. Tell her to access the device. "Zero," I said aloud. "Do you see that speaker?" "Yes." "Can you talk to it?" She looked at the speaker. Her eyes glowed faintly white.