Cybertronian Prime Novels & Stories

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.

The goal of dying in peace rather than being cursed to follow evil biddings for the rest of their existence. They were the last of the Primes, an ancient blood of werewolves made to be a puppet of warring tribes. And Augustus vowed to protect his brothers no matter what. He had no time to waste now. He needed to think fast on how to break their curse and be human to find peace they had been seeking for what seemed an eternity now. Yet he knew it wouldn’t be easy. Nothing in their life was. Distraction would do him no good. Entering his room on the third floor, he pulled off his hoodie over his head, realizing something was in the front pocket. Reaching for it, he stared at an I.D., reading t

I answered, wrapping my legs around him and inviting him in. Without hesitation, my knight in shining armor entered me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the size of him. I grabbed onto him, feeling my sanity unravel as pleasure took over. As our bodies moved together, something shifted inside me. Something primal. The hollow ache I'd carried for years began to fill with something warm, something real. The mystery man’s control started to slip and his eyes flickered between red and pure silver, his breathing ragged. "I need…" he growled against my neck, his fangs extending. "I need to mark you."

When Fabian's thoughts start to get jumbled, he lets out a roar. Chase's faint protestation of "what he says is true, Fabian," was met with silence. His ability to heal is mending his wounds, gradually. The fact that he could move his left leg caught my eye. After staring at me for a while, it continued: "There should be four gods ruling Tribus: Strike, Ultra, Blue Dane, and S—." Stop wasting my time, Chase. A woman's voice suddenly cut in, distracting Chase. The jangling of weapons follows as an assault is readied. Isabel is the one who acts as though the secret is a matter of life and death and must be kept hidden.

The Geography of the Orbital-Node The Sovereign-Prime was the "Apex Asset" of the global "Master-Ledger." It was designed as a "Total Sector Watchtower," capable of "Liquidating" terrestrial targets with "Kinetic" rods while "Data-Mining" the "Neural-Nodes" of every "Gilded" citizen below.

I was able to find them in Vicegrip and left him out while the energy grid helps Ying yang get out of the Dark Cloud. "Wait !" I said. "Where’s Primal and Warzone? I don’t see him anywhere!" Then in the middle of the dark cloud, we saw a tornado begin to form within it. It kept spinning rapidly be clockwise until the cloud itself dissipated and we could see Primal and Warzone. Apparently, Prime had summoned the speed of a cheetah to run in the middle of the crowd so he could form a tornado to erase it. As soon as the dust cleared, our attackers were nowhere to be found. All that was left was the wreckage of the facility and one of the two that they were after carrying a hybrid.

I was able to find them in Vicegrip and left him out while the energy grid helps Ying yang get out of the Dark Cloud. "Wait !" I said. "Where’s Primal and Warzone? I don’t see him anywhere!" Then in the middle of the dark cloud, we saw a tornado begin to form within it. It kept spinning rapidly be clockwise until the cloud itself dissipated and we could see Primal and Warzone. Apparently, Prime had summoned the speed of a cheetah to run in the middle of the crowd so he could form a tornado to erase it. As soon as the dust cleared, our attackers were nowhere to be found. All that was left was the wreckage of the facility and one of the two that they were after carrying a hybrid.

Right? S: Yeah. Have Conri's warriors take it outside before anyone opens it. M: Thanks Seth. S: Take care, sis. M: You too. Conri immediately mind linked a couple warriors to come get the package and take it outside using explosives protocol. He explained, "We actually have a robot, like you see the police use." I smiled, "That's awesome. I guess I should take a quick shower and dress for dinner, then go see what was in the package... if it doesn't explode."

"The Prime doesn't ask for help. It issues commands. It deletes errors. It doesn't send out distress beacons." "Look at the signal strength, Zane," Rhys countered, his face bathed in the sickly green light of the scrolling text. "It’s not a broadcast; it’s a Final-Cycle Burst. It’s being powered by the literal de-materialization of the Prime’s own server-core. Whatever is happening to the Architect, it’s being eaten from the inside out." The Journey to the Dead-Core

She was holding the wires in her shivering hand. Hunter noticed those same scars on her but this time there were scars on her face as well. Her legs gave out as she fell to her knees. She rubbed her chest trying to breathe but no matter how much she tried, she was unable to breathe. Hunter grabbed the first thing that came into his sight. It was the chair as he smashed it on the screen and the computer system; destroying everything as it caught fire. Now he knows why she was there and why the first room was burning. She was there to destroy these tapes.