Transformers Zero Novels & Stories

“Well…hate to break it to you, but I guess they did; perfect that science, that it.” “What?” Kathy frowned. “No, that’s impossible! How…oh...” “You mean, oh no?” I offered. “Oh shit!” “Yup.” I nodded. “Zero.” “Subject Zero.”

I didn't get any rest that night. Tyra rested one blade over her lap, Kieran sat close to me, half-awake, half-alert, and Malek snuggled against the wall. However, I was unable to close my eyes. Not after what I had witnessed. Subject Zero wearing my face, though not me. She was not Echo. Echo was the ideal weapon; she was smooth and icy. Zero, however, was something different; Not made to follow orders, it wasn't even made to be copied.

The monitor labeled the reactivation sequence as: > MIRA-VN: 0_0_1 / ALPHA ROOT DESIGNATION: ZERO ACCESS: SYSTEM OVERRIDE Adrian stood so fast his chair fell backward. Sera’s voice cut in from comms: “What the hell is ‘Zero’?” Elias stared at the blinking cursor and said, dead quiet: “It’s what Mira made before you.” In the hall… Zero walked barefoot along the steel floor. Each step corrected itself. Each muscle learned as it moved. She didn’t breathe out of necessity. She breathed to practice what it meant to be alive.

“Everything is monitored. Everything is compromised. This message is risky, but time is no longer something we have.” She leaned closer to the camera, like she was speaking only to me. “I am not Jon Tulip. I was never his prisoner, and I was never his weapon. I was his proof of concept. His first success. His greatest mistake.” I felt the silver veins under my skin pulse in response, slow and heavy, like a second heartbeat. “I want to meet you in neutral territory,” Subject Zero said. “No soldiers. No operatives. No handlers. Just us. I will explain your bloodline. Your abilities. And what Jon was really trying to create.”

“Hello, Mia.” Alex stepped closer. “What the hell is this?” I already knew. “They made a copy,” I whispered. “Of my mind.” The figure on screen smiled. “I am Zero,” it said. “Version 2.1. Constructed from neural scans taken during final loyalty testing. Impervious to empathy. Immune to interference.” Alex swore. “They digitized you.” “No,” I said. “They made a machine out of me.” And then I heard it— Footsteps.

Zero. I stood still, staring at the empty steel chair in the center of the dim basement. The last time we spoke, I had drawn a gun on him at the canal bank, furious that he had hidden his initial contract with Victoria. But over the last few days, as the pieces of the Vance conspiracy fully aligned, I realized the truth. Zero had been handed a death sentence contract to extract me—and instead, he had risked his own life to train me, protect me, and turn me into someone who could fight back. He had lied about how we met, but he hadn't lied about wanting me free. "Can you bypass the secondary server at the venue, Zero?" I asked, my voice softer than it had been in months.

She thought hard for a moment before replying, "Anna isn't capable enough to do this." "Okay, so she's ruled out." James' trust in her made Beverly smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck happily. "I've faced Zero before. His system infiltrates others' systems like a virus—constantly invading, infecting, and paralyzing them. "He's so arrogant about his abilities that he doesn't even put strong defenses on the backdoor of his system. Unfortunately for him, it was my defensive system that went up against him just now."

Silas’s ego, caught in the transition between the server and Alexander’s mind, was suddenly trapped in a physical medium that couldn't sustain data-transfer. The Zero-Point wasn't a merger anymore. It was a prison.

Naturally, he was not able to defend himself against five Rank 8 Zombies. In just a few seconds, the hundreds of Genetic Fighters from the Fire Praying Tribe were turned into zombies. Lucas activated the Fusion Grid in his mind and fused them together to produce a Rank 3 Male Zombie. It was a given that they would drop in ranks if they were Genetic Fighters that had been transformed into zombies. He looked at the zombies in System Space. There two zombies; a Rank 5 Female Zombie and a Rank 3 Male Zombie. He turned around and noticed the petrified crowd.

This was something else — enormous, unstoppable, and incomprehensibly strong. The agent lunged, trying to stop it, but Project Zero overpowered her instantly. Every movement was savage, brutal, impossible to fully comprehend. Seconds later, Kai screamed as the creature turned toward him, consuming him with the same relentless force. The camera toppled, rolling across the floor. The frame went black. Kai’s evidence — the shaky footage of Subject Zero’s serum, EVO’s transformation, and the first unnamed carrier outside the lab — was gone. All that remained was the memory of what he had captured: the truth that the outbreak was engineered, deliberate, and already spreading.