Decepticon Prime Novels & Stories

I could even face HIM with the power of Ares at my disposal. "Stop right there," Derek ordered me. He shot out a plume of his ice blue flames and the caught me in an ever-shrinking circle. "Drop the transformation. It doesn't matter if you have back up, they'll still be outnumbered." "He's the Prime," I spat. "Your rightful master." Luke shrugged. "Did you forget that we were guardians to Primes? Do you really think that those wolves would accept protection from those lesser than them?"

Hey guys! Welcome to my book "Dark Deception"! I hope you love my book and continue to engage with it. I appreciate you guys so so much and I can't wait to connect with you all. Lily Collins as Olivia Adams Ken Kirby as Sam Oscar Lena Heady as Erica Wayne Douglas Booth as Jack Williams Shay Mitchell as Nikita Dixion Kerri Medders as Jessica Shaw Kat Graham as Ruby Hills Til Schweiger as Michael Wayne Alex Landi as Dr.Liam

creatures shattered completely. They exploded into clouds of white powder. "Resonance!" Kai realized. "He's finding their breaking point!" "Keep going, Leo!" I yelled. Leo was acting as a living tuning fork. He slammed the staff down again and again, sweating, pouring his energy into the physical vibration. Thump. Thump. CRACK. Whole rows of the enemy disintegrated under the barrage of gunfire and vibration. We pushed forward. We stepped over the drifts of white dust. "Push them back to the tree line!" Damian ordered. THE ABOMINATION We were winning. We were driving them back. And then, the trees parted. Something stepped out of the forest. It wasn't a soldier. It was a siege engine. It was

—a floating monolith of archived history—and swung himself into a landing on a platform made of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the aperture of the bridge hummed with a cold, sterile light. Standing at the edge was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. Her silver hair shimmered like a dying star, and her eyes—that chilling, calculated violet—looked down at them not with hatred, but with a terrifying Indifference.

Madam Secretary had felt a glimmer of hope, totally convinced that the heroes would be able to take down the last standing alien life form that seemed to be stronger than all the others—Elektris. The Pentagon’s database had managed to gather information on these heroes over the years, having records of their special abilities. They had names like the Blue Streak, Spartan, the Pink Projectile and their most recent addition, the Viper. The appearance of Lady Death had took them all by surprise after she was spotted to be working alongside the other heroes, given her incriminating past life. Of course they had tried to find out how these people came to be—how they got these powers but no resear

justified Miguel, walking out of the office followed by Catherine, who was adjusting her backpack on one shoulder. As the pair walked down the long hallway, Miguel provided brief explanations about one thing or another. At the end of the hallway, as expected, there were three black glass rooms that Miguel indicated were private meeting rooms, where people turned to when they needed more space. He also explained that nobody could enter those rooms without prior scheduling or requesting the key from the library, which was located at the end of the hallway. The library had a huge glass window where they could perfectly see numerous books on shelves. He also explained that despite having compute

“He’ll have scanners, weapons will be seen as weakness, or provocation, we are just having a conversation not fighting a war yet.” “Alpha…” “I am the Alpha,” I interrupted him coldly. “And I will look this man in the eye alone.” I stepped out of the car. The air was damp and smelled of oil and rust. My heels clicked on the wet asphalt, as I approached the warehouse’s personnel door, it swung open before I could touch it. A man stood there, he wasn’t the hulking enforcer type I'd expected. He was of average height, lean, dressed in dark, nondescript soldier gear. His eyes swept over me with a detached expression “Ms Cortez, this way. Mr Aurelian is waiting.”

"I am Prime. Leader of the Shadow Council. The true Dragon Council. The power that has maintained order for four centuries while lesser beings like Elena Morgrave played at authority." Prime leans forward. "You've been impressive. I'll admit that. Defeating Corvus Dane. Destroying Quentin Ashford's operation. Killing Elena in single combat. All remarkable achievements for someone so young." A pause. "But you've made a critical error. You assumed Elena was the enemy. She wasn't. She was a tool. A useful administrator who managed daily operations while I focused on long-term strategies." Prime stands. Walks through the room. "When you destroyed her headquarters, I was grateful. She'd become sl

As Dominic approached, a low mechanical voice echoed through the space. “Unauthorized presence detected. Defense protocol initiating.” Pillars on either side of the room retracted, revealing sleek, humanoid security drones with glowing red sensors. Their arms shifted into non-lethal weapons—shock emitters, restraint tools—but he knew what they could do. “Figures,” Dominic murmured, pulling out his EMP pulse canister. He lobbed it to the floor. A loud crack erupted as electricity sizzled through the air. The drones twitched, staggered, then collapsed in heaps of sparking metal. Their red lights dimmed.

MIA'S POV The Enforcer was bigger than any we'd faced before. Twenty feet of armored death machine, its body covered in plates that looked like they'd been forged from nightmares and bad decisions. Its eyes glowed that sickly blue color I'd come to associate with administrator technology, cold, calculated, and completely without mercy. "TARGETS IDENTIFIED," it announced in a voice that was more mechanical screech than words. "MIA D'LORNE. BREE DEBOIS. CAPTURE PROTOCOLS AUTHORIZED. LETHAL FORCE APPROVED."