Cybertron Primus Transformers Novels & Stories

Morgan smiled faintly and stood up straight without flinching, even though it was clear that the wolves that were walking around him were targeting the softest part of his body to tear. "By the Moon Goddess! Stop Logan, please stop and come back, son!" Morgan raised his index finger to his lips and looked at the hysterical woman with pitying eyes. Prim was holding her who was sitting limply on the fourth step, her whole body was shaking and her face was very pale. Prim herself was in a similar state. She was an Omega and despite working for a long time taking care of Mrs. Irene Gray, who is talkative and fierce, and knows that her two sons never get along, one of whom is the Supreme Alpha o

Vance whispered, his voice shaking as he stood near the core transformer console. His synthetic jaw-ports weren't flickering with their usual steady amber anymore; they were completely dead, dark holes in his skin that looked like old bullet wounds. He didn't have his data-slate, but he didn't need it. Ten feet away, the heavy ceramic cooling tubes lining the master panel—the ones we had just slaved to the frozen constructs of the Zinc Vanguard—suddenly stopped weeping their green grease. The internal copper coils didn't spark; they simply went cold, the gentle violet hum of our open-source distribution grid dying instantly into a terrifying, hollow silence.

She simply reached out and touched a Faraday-Cage (a grounded metal enclosure used to block electromagnetic fields) surrounding the central transmitter. The Residual-Data in her mind surged. She wasn't just Elara Vance; she was the Primordial-Warning. She bypassed the human batteries, drawing power from the very air, her own body acting as a Step-Up Transformer (a device that increases voltage through induction). "Kazimir, hold the door!" Elara commanded.

The pressure was far from what they expected and they could bear to stand it for long as they let their powers flow to break the restrain on them. "Hello everyone, i am Bryan Robinson. Well you may call me the 'Primordial Alpha'. The moment he said the last word, temptation struck them and they were about to dive towards him but he interrupted with his his voice. "Hmm... It's seems the VIP aren't here yet right? Well let's cut to the chase we can still start the party without them" His voice deepen and his face expression changed serious. "So shall we?" After his last word the transfomation stared. His eyes glowed through the darkness, it was as if it was bathed with blood. His previous smil

The massive transformers in the nearby substation erupted in a series of green and orange fireballs, sending a surge of raw electricity back into the Hub. Inside the chamber, the effect was terrifying. The magnetic rings around the Prism groaned, the metal warping and glowing white-hot. With a sound like a thunderclap, the physical tethers snapped. The massive crystal array dropped six inches, hovering now only on its own residual charge. "It's loose! Get the containment sled!" Selene shouted.

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE MOTHER] [STATUS: TERMINAL PETRIFICATION 94%] [VERDICT: EXHAUSTED CONDUCTOR] The Prime’s voice wasn't a sound; it was a tectonic roar that bypassed my ears and vibrated directly in my stone ribs. He ignored me. He looked at Leo—the "System Correction" he had planted in the bloodline five centuries ago. [REMAINDER. RETURN. REBOOT.] Leo went rigid. His small fists opened, his gold static flaring until the room turned white. He didn't look at the Prime with hate; he looked at him with a terrifying, clinical devotion.

Adam explained, "we all work as a team. I can't rule the whole world by myself." Cain was quiet for a few moments. "I will when I become Alpha," he said firmly. Adam laughed. "I'm sure you will," he said. "Now, go get ready for bed." I opened the door to the office as Cain ran past me to his bedroom. "Does he not worry you?" I asked Adam. Adam shook his head. "Does he worry you?" he asked. I nodded. "How many other four-year-old’s do you know that talk about world domination?"

Waiting until there were no witnesses. With slow, careful movements, Clarissa turned the handle and opened the door. Light from the corridor spilled in slightly, falling across the bed where Junior slept curled up. A Transformers robot toy was clutched tightly to his chest. Optimus Prime. A gift from Alina for Junior's third birthday. Clarissa knew this because she'd heard the story countless times. From Margaret. From the staff. Even from Junior himself when the boy was still comfortable enough to talk to her. "Mama Alina said Optimus is strong like Junior. So Junior has to take care of him."

frequency into it. ​"You’re just a recording," Leo growled, his eyes burning orange. "And I’m the one who’s deleting the file." ​The silver circuits in Leo’s arm flared white. The feedback traveled into the Prime, causing its skin to pixelate and tear. The "Clean" DNA inside the Prime began to boil, the biological and digital components of the construct fighting each other. With a final, massive surge of energy, Leo threw the Prime into the carrier’s intake manifold.

“Never.” Liora’s voice cut through the pain. “Kade! The self-destruct sequence! There’s a manual override!” Before I could reach for it, Prime spun me around and pinned me against the glass of a gestation tank. A half-formed enhanced wolf floated inside, inches from my face. “Watch,” Prime whispered. “This is what you will become.” Then the entire facility shook like something was about to pull it off its foundations. And it wasn't coming from us but from something outside.