Devastator Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

She hid behind the vanity as she peeked to see what was happening. "You traitor!" player 4 winced in pain as he tried to free himself from player 7's grip. This made the player 7 laugh. She had an amused face as she threw a hard object on the vanity, which caused it to completely break. Eleonna almost had a heart attack when she thought she'll be caught. Luckily, the side where she was hiding was still intact. "W-wait... you're not player 7. Who are you?!" the guy furiously shouted at her when he realized the voice wasn't the same as the original player 7 he knew.

The sound echoed through the room, sharp and final. She crumpled like a doll, her body folding in on itself. I didn’t flinch. I’d only smiled. It had been the natural order. A reminder of where true power lived. When I lifted her limp body, her skin warm against my arm, something settled deep inside me. Satisfaction. There was no part of her I wouldn’t shape. Her body, will, and fate were all mine. The universe had delivered her, exactly as it should have. Roberto and I waited in the dingy basement, the air heavy with the stench of damp stone and unspoken violence.

The silver Prime didn't just break; its data was physically consumed, its power absorbed by Caleb, making the Sovereign runes on his fur burn with blinding, multiversal fire. The azure and black Primes, seeing the total annihilation of their counterpart, calculated a final, desperate move. "INITIATING SELF-DESTRUCT PROTOCOL. TOTAL DELETION OF THE NEXUS IN 10... 9..." Caleb turned his massive head, molten gold eyes narrowing. He was ready to try and punch the explosion itself. "Don't worry, King of the North," Scarlett said, a wild, brilliant smile breaking through her focused composure. "I'm just going to hit 'Undo'."

And while they completely overwhelmed the devastator’s power system inside, the thick layer of nanites voraciously ate through the chitin outside. It was clear that the Einherjar’s devastator was far from done, and kept on throwing mortars at it even after it started seeing the exoframe. Many who were paying attention on the battlefield watched with horror as Thanatos literally flooded its enemy with dozens and dozens of ravenous mortars. The Imperial devastator shuddered and shivered as it was struck over and over again by Thanatos’ unrelenting barrage. It began to list and fall as its internal systems were chewed out and emptied at a frightening pace.

—the memory of the First World’s destruction—was being targeted by a massive Eraser-Behemoth. "You hated me," the Prime’s voice echoed in her head. "And you were right to. I gave you order when you needed chaos. I gave you a cage when you needed a world. But I also gave you... Resistance. Without me, you would never have become the Feral Six." The Prime-Packet ignited. It wasn't a puck; it was a Sphere of Pure Truth. Elara struck it. She didn't shoot for a goal. She shot the packet directly into the heart of the Architect-Prime.

"And I am not the Monster! I am the BRIDGE!" The Primal Spindle didn't just break; it Resonated. The necrotic violet light of the vault was swallowed by the Resonant Marrow of a woman who was no longer afraid of her own hunger. Valerius Prime was thrown back, his bone-throne shattering into a billion shards of prehistoric dust. The magnetite vault began to Incorporate the Wild.

"I look festive." "You look like someone who has already decided to do something catastrophically stupid and is doing their makeup to delay the conversation about it." I set down the eyeliner and turned to face him. Drake Valcoin, ancient vampire, only male Divine Warrior in recorded history, Council Elder, and the man who had literally pulled my soul back from the Neverplain, looked genuinely worried. Not the performative concern he used in Council chambers. The real kind, the kind that lived behind his eyes when he thought no one was paying close enough attention to catch it. I was always paying attention.

The enforcers froze, their movements faltering. "What… what is that?" Lia stammered, pointing at the vat. Riska's device shrieked. "The energy signature… it’s Core Prime! They're not just pursuing us. They're trying to… absorb our creation! They’re trying to weaponize it themselves!" The liquid in the vat began to glow with an unnatural, phosphorescent light, mirroring the corrupted glow of the reservoir. The potent aroma of their mixture was being distorted, twisted, corrupted by Core Prime's overwhelming influence.

"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.

Lightning cracked across the atrium as Carter’s new form took shape—an enormous humanoid figure made of circuits and muscle-like cables, its eyes two spheres of blinding light. “You would destroy an entire city to erase me?” it asked. Damian stared up at it, unflinching. “You already destroyed it.” The giant raised its arm; a storm of debris lifted into the air, suspended by magnetic force. Screens exploded, glass raining down around them. Eli ducked behind a column. “We need more time!” “I just need ten seconds!” Damian shouted, slamming his console into the ground to anchor the disruptor code. “When I say now, you hit the last switch on my mark!”