Decepticon Prime Novels & Stories

Cars and trucks of wolves and resources ride through and I watch quietly. As they come to a stop Deimos walks towards the polished black car. The door opens and a tall male along with a petite female exit. Deimos nods as a gesture of welcome and the tall male I presume is Alpha Rastus bows and smiles in return. Alpha Rastus wears a tight white shirt that sticks to his body like a second skin and light blue jeans that encage the muscle of his thick thighs perfectly. His blonde hair is brushed back with gel giving the view of his perfect jawline. His female, on the other hand, looks like a juvenile. Quite petite with her brunette hair and thin lips. Her floral dress flows softly as she smiles

They generally suffered against heavier mechs, but anything lighter couldn't go through its armor before the G-H pulverized them. The G-H's design mimicked a gorilla, so it could bend down on all fours and sprint surprisingly fast in a short duration. Triceratopssss had already seen the blazing energy signature approaching him on his scanners, so he readied his posture to dodge and chase after the lighter mech. He already licked his lips as he imagined his G-H's powered arms tearing the soft Fantasia's frame apart. "Will you walk into my parlor, said the spider to the fly."

It sat squarely in the center of the irradiated deserts of the North American continent. "And the capital," Kara whispered. "Sector Prime, USA Wastes. This is where the distress beacon was ultimately routed. It is the Global Command Hub. It houses the Prime Administrator—the master AI that controls the localized Admins. If the regional Admins are regional managers, the Prime Admin is the CEO. And we just burned down one of its branch offices." Ren stared at the four pulsing red dots. The sheer scale of the enemy was paralyzing. "They know we're here," Ren said, his tactical mind overriding the exhaustion that threatened to pull him under. "How long until they mobilize a retaliation fleet?"

And no woman, they implied, ever rose clean. I smiled faintly. “They’re asking who I colluded with,” I said, angling the screen toward him. Adrian glanced once, unimpressed. “They should be asking who decided to stand behind you.” He took my phone without asking, fingers moving with decisive familiarity. Within minutes, Northwind Dominion – Verified went live. Lycan authority authentication. Alpha King clearance. I watched him register the account with mild amusement. “You’re inefficient with interfaces.” “I command wolves, not systems,” he replied evenly. “This is your battlefield. I’ll adapt.”

From the shadows behind Elena, two figures emerged. They were "Perfected Shields." They looked like Nevan, but their skin was a seamless, metallic silver, and their eyes were the cold, radiant gold of the Harvester. They didn't have souls; they had protocols. They were the "Alpha-Prime" units—the versions of Nevan that Elena had always wanted to build. "Kill the Shield," Elena commanded. "Retrieve the Heir. The Mother will be integrated." The two Alphas lunged.