Cybertronian Prime Novels & Stories

said Baron as he addressed me while we walked in the woods. "I don't know what to say. I honestly have no idea about who I am or the limits of my abilities" I replied. "Don't worry about that Laura. That is why I have developed a plan. You see, straight ahead is the small building of a woman we call the Oracle. She is a werewolf but she is neutral. She doesn't support or belong to any pack. She has the special ability of seeing into someone's real identity and their future. I am taking you to her now, before we begin your training. I need to know the exact kind of creature that you are before I train you. I greatly sense that you are more special than the lot of us" said Baron.

he continues before letting me go and meeting my gaze. I tilt my head. "The nightcrawlers. It turns out they're not what I thought they are. Remember when you met Syria?" I nodded. "You healed her and brought her back, and she was a nightcrawler," he says. I went silent for a few seconds before I realized something and my eyes snap at him. Yes, I remember now. Syria was a nightcrawler, and when I touched her... "That means all the others are..." I looked at Hunter who nods before saying, "Dragon shifters. They were cursed, but you can lift it. You can save them, just like you saved Syria," he tells me as I step back and gasp.

“Sorry. No offense. You don’t look seventeen and eighteen is all I meant by that. Which is a good thing. You don’t have to suffer the cons of old age so soon. Me? I’m debating whether to ask Toby to convert me into a robot or not. Everyone thinks they would want immortality until they’re actually faced with the choice.” Did he just say…? This time, Beau did stop, his legs stilling just before the entrance. “Hold up. Toby? As in…” Garrett nodded enthusiastically, his spikes flopping a bit. “Tobias Irons. Yup! Biggest name around and my best friend. You could say I’m pretty famous myself.” The lycan never considered himself to be lucky, especially when he was younger, a time when he was desper

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

looked at Leo, its gold eye dimming, replaced by a soft, human hazel. The Soldier-Elian’s armor began to shatter, the gold plates falling away to reveal the boy beneath. The "New Mother" dissolved into a cloud of white petals. But as the silence reclaimed the throne room, the Master Throne didn't just stand empty. It shifted. The floor of the throne room split open, and a figure emerged from the very center of the Sovereign-Prime’s reactor. He wasn't a ghost. He wasn't a simulation. It was Arthur Thorne—the Grand Director. But he wasn't a man. He was a Cyborg-Colossus, his body integrated into the ship's systems, his face a giant, glowing hologram of the man who had divorced Meilin’s world.

“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.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

His voice didn't belong to a child anymore; it was a dual resonance—his pitch layered with Kael’s gravelly, Alpha Prime baritone. "They're kneeling to the fire you brought home, Mommy," Leo said, his neck clicking with that mechanical stutter. "But the 'Gene-Clearance' was just the first wave. The High Council had a 'Second Prime' waiting in the shadows. He’s not a wolf. He’s a virus." On the tactical slate lying in the snow, a new notification flared—a black icon, cold and ancient. [WARNING: SYSTEMIC CORRUPTION DETECTED IN GLOBAL RELAY]

And I can’t make it any better… I can never heal anyone again without dying. I hear sniffs and snorts outside and I hold my breath, gathering every bit of strength I have, “Cassandra,” I whisper. “We can do this.” My body starts glowing white as I feel heat. I walk to the outside of the cave, my bones breaking as Cassandra takes over. The pain isn’t like it was before and now that I have met her, I feel at even more peace than I did the first time. I hear growling and I open my eyes. Three of Jackson’s warriors are waiting, but something tells me I do not need to be afraid. Something tells me that I am more powerful than I ever imagined… And they are about to find out you don’t mess with thi

Cosmo replied and added, “Based on the transferred files that I have scanned through, there is a 98.2% probability that Dr Johnson was working on a way to reverse engineer the virus into a cure. Most likely, before settling for the soul transference option.” “Absolutely brilliant,” Dr Yomi said aloud as he burst into raucous laughter. “Cosmo, duplicate his files.” Dr Yomi instructed his AI. “Keep videos of the process on my secure server.” “Soul transference would have made me immortal...” Dr Yomi said, “but a cure for the virus will make me the most powerful person on the planet.” Then he burst into raucous laughter. “You have a call,” Cosmo said, “It is Scorpion.”