Decepticon Prime Novels & Stories

Pushing out my head mechanically like a robot. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. The figure was hooded, the heavy rain dripping from the edges, obscuring their face in shadow. I blinked against the rain, my pulse thrumming in my ears. Then the figure pushed the hood back, revealing a familiar face beneath. "James?" I breathed, a mix of surprise and relief flooding my chest. "Oh my God, James Connor?" His lips curled into a lopsided grin, one I remembered well from long shifts at the hospital, and he nodded.

All I could do was again slowly shake my head at her antics. “Tonight, the one and only loveable arsehole, it has been decided that we shall be watching the wonderful and amazing………..Deadpool.” Sounding like a salesman pitching his merchandise, our friend Tony answered with enthusiasm and matching Pops’ endearment towards others. Tony was a bit of your average wolf; five foot eleven, dark hair, shaved back and sides, slightly longer on top and left to do its own thing tonight, a lean build and toned muscles just like everyone else because of all the exercising we do.

Devin butted in. Inspector Santos glared at Devin for interrupting and she said, “continue, Ms. Green.” Rolling my eyes, I ignored her glare at my actions. “It was Camilla Smith.” I repeated, “she swayed her bat, like Harley Quinn, and she hit me too many times until I lost consciousness. The next thing I knew, Devin was on my side and I’m in this hospital.” “Thank you, Ms. Green,” the lady officer stood up and fixed her lady tux suit jacket. “Who’s Harley Quinn?” she gave a wink before exiting the room.

Quade settled into the passenger seat before saying, "There must be a way to at least get her memories back. Don't get me wrong, if she doesn't remember she ever loved you that's no problem on my part. I just want her to be able to remember her childhood. I want her to be able to tell our pup stories about the crazy things she did growing up because I don't exactly have any fun stories to share. She can't do that now because most of her time was spent with you and all those memories have just vanished. It's not like what you did just erased you from her life as if you didn't exist and her memories just altered to make it seem like you were never there. No, you didn't just remove yourself, yo

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

My skin—the skin that had been bruised by Alexei’s betrayal and scarred by the Council’s lash—was beginning to crack. Large, grey flakes of my old self began to peel away. They fell to the frozen floor like dead leaves, turning to dust before they even hit the ground. I did not scream. I felt lighter with every piece of the past that fell away. Beneath the old skin, my new body was shimmering. It was smooth, seamless, and looked like a diamond mixed with moonlight. It was harder than any steel, yet it felt as natural as my own breath. I was no longer a girl of flesh and bone. I was a living weapon of silver.

The sound of a silver-brown-haired woman laughing in a rain-soaked flat. "Error," the Architect Prime whispered, his robotic voice glitching. "Unauthorized... sentiment... detected." "Delete it, Leo!" the Grand Director commanded, his face twisting in rage. "It's a Vance-Virus! Shut it down!" The Misfire 00:03. Leo’s hand shook. The static in his eyes cleared for a split second, revealing a flash of the hazel-eyed billionaire who had once traded his soul for his family. "I... am... not... a... terminal," Leo roared, the sound erupting from his throat and every speaker in the Apex-Sector simultaneously.

"Ready to show them the North doesn't forget, Elena?" I looked at the station, then at the man who had once broken my heart, and finally at the children who had mended it. The "wolfless" girl was a ghost; the doctor was a memory. I was the Argentum Prime, the White Lycan of the Stars. "Lock the Holy Fire batteries," I commanded, my voice echoing through the ship like a tolling bell. "Ace, prep the point-defense. Leo, keep those shields at peak frequency. Luna... find us a way in."

"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

He was the ghost in the machine, and the machine was now the size of a continent. A door hissed open, and a figure entered. It was a Sentinel 3.0, a terrifying fusion of human bone and Aether-tech carbon. It didn't have a face, only a vertical slit of violet light that acted as a multi-spectral sensor. It didn't carry a gun; its entire right forearm was a sonic lance, capable of liquefying a werewolf’s internal organs with a single burst. "The 'Chosen One' has left the mountains," the Sentinel reported, its voice a synthesized drone. "The Prism is stable. The 'Anomalous Chord' is being modulated by a creative frequency."