Fanfiction Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

frequency into it. ​"You’re just a recording," Leo growled, his eyes burning orange. "And I’m the one who’s deleting the file." ​The silver circuits in Leo’s arm flared white. The feedback traveled into the Prime, causing its skin to pixelate and tear. The "Clean" DNA inside the Prime began to boil, the biological and digital components of the construct fighting each other. With a final, massive surge of energy, Leo threw the Prime into the carrier’s intake manifold.

His hand slid down, cupping the heavy belly, then lower, stroking Alex’s leaking cock through the fabric. “You’ve been so good,” Prime whispered, lips brushing Alex’s ear. “Carrying our legacy. Letting me rule. Letting him kneel. But I know you need more. The mutation demands it. The child demands it.” He pushed Alex against the table, bending him over the polished wood. Alex’s swollen belly pressed against the surface as Prime yanked his trousers down. No prep. No warning. Prime thrust in deep—thick, ridged, claiming with brutal precision. Alex cried out, pushing back despite himself, the child kicking in rhythm with every savage stroke.

Lesia looked at James and explained, “It’s a Supernatural Power that Yianni and I came up with during our discussions. Traditional Supernatural Powers had always been flashy and were about energy, clones, phantom attacks, or formations. They looked imposing on the surface but were mediocre in strength. “The Radiant Titanform combined refined clones and phantoms, allowing them to have strength equal to their caster’s main body. Finally, they would merge with the main body’s Primordial Spirit, achieving an exceptional physique that is connected in mind and spirit. “Hence, when an attack is cast, the Primordial Spirit could enter a titanform for close combat. It’s a seamless dual attack that wi

He even winked at him. Axel fought the urge to clench his jaw because he’d see it so he just remained stoic and unfazed. “If that’s all, Sir, I’m afraid I have to go now.” The grin on the Prime Minister’s face faltered. “We know what your mate is,” he said. Making Axel still. “She’s the human-lycan hybrid, is she not? And she’s also the one close to being sentenced to a lifetime sentence for a crime she did not commit, is she not?”

The Void's creatures didn't vanish, but transformed, becoming guardians of the spaces between realities. I felt myself beginning to fade, the power threatening to consume me entirely. But then Xander was there, his primal strength anchoring me to myself. Our pack howled in unison, their bonds of loyalty and love giving me something to hold onto. With a final surge of will, I completed the transformation. The new cosmic order settled into place, a perfect balance of creation and entropy, order and chaos, being and unbeing. As the dust settled and the power faded, I found myself back in my own body, trembling with exhaustion but very much alive. Xander returned to his normal form, though I cou

I whispered, the liquid-iron in my blood beginning to fuse with the primordial amber. ​"Exactly," Sarah-Prime’s voice came from behind me. ​I didn't turn around. I couldn't. I was part of the tree now. But I felt her presence on the docking bridge, her footsteps steady as she walked toward the centre of the nursery. She wasn't the broken old woman I had left on the mountain. She was standing tall, her skin shimmering with a pale, golden light that matched the core.

Cassia holds up the papers, pointing to a timestamp in the corner. "PROJECT LUNA was terminated two weeks before the massacre, your parents refused to destroy their research, they were going to sell it." "Stop," I whisper. "You were their experiment," she says quietly, "the prototype, an omega with an alpha's strength, a wolf that could be commanded by anyone who knew the right frequencies, the right words." "That's not true," but even as I say it I'm remembering Dylan's voice, the way my body locked up when he commanded me, the way my wolf submitted without question.

With a roar that shook the very hull of the Ark, Caleb snapped the Void-blade with his bare hands and drove his fist through the Prime’s chest-plate, crushing the violet core within. "I am the King because I chose to love," Caleb whispered as the Prime’s circuitry flickered and died. "You are just a shadow of a man who never lived." Caleb didn't stop to catch his breath. He tore the reinforced doors of the hidden chamber off their hinges just as the Soul-Transference array reached its peak. "Scarlett!" In the center of the room, the tank exploded.

I held and consoled her in my arms as she wept. After a couple minutes, I was able to cheer her up, and we moved on to the dining table where we had breakfast. "Where are the rest of your shapeshifters?" Laura asked, after we were done eating. "They've all transformed completely and are roaming the woods right now. They all prefer to be in their primal form, and so do I" I replied.

“The world turned against her so she twists the truth to fit her narrative.” “What are you going to do about this?” He asked. I switched off the TV, turning to him. “Nothing.” “What? Why?! What if the people…” He trailed off when I raised a brow at him. “The European wolves can call for the release of their precious Alpha Prime all they want, they'll get tired eventually. As for Adelaide, she knows I’m never letting her go, she just wants the heat off her and on someone else, who else if not the evil Prime who took everything from her?”