Fanfiction Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

"And I need you to understand that I am not the same person you remember. I am trying to be. But I cannot. Too much has happened." Damien reached across the table and took her small hand in his large one. "We trust you. We will listen. And we will never expect you to pretend to be someone you are not just to make us comfortable." "Even if who I am now scares you sometimes?" "Even then." Elena nodded slowly. "Okay. Then I need to tell you what I learned. All of it. Because the Primes are not the only threat we are facing." We spent the next several hours listening to Elena explain what she had discovered during her time in the Prime compound. The information was disturbing and detailed and pa

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

She could hear animalistic sounds coming from outside and while she was glad that they had not been killed, she wasn’t so sure about this time. She could hear the snapping of bones and she knew that the fight got more serious than it was before. Right outside, Alpha Xander stood above Alpha Norman. “Spare me please.” He begged. Xander wanted to spare him so he could be an example to other Alphas who wanted to be over ambitious. He needed to remind them that this was his territory and nothing happened without his permission. But then he looked at the three girls whose lifeless bodies lay in the grass. He made up his mind.

Sybil asked shocked. “Yes, and I realized last night that my wolf will do it regardless of a yes or no.” He’d bitten others, ones that were destined mates. That was rather rare and far between, but as Alpha Prime he now had the power to do so. All the traits of being what he was, of the first blood were active in him now. Just like with that first group so long ago. The moment that his people chose him to lead it made him what he had been meant for. No longer just a dormant prime with latent abilities, but a realized one. One who’s gifts were now true and active. Again it just felt like a lot of weight and yet eased with telling her. Even if she didn’t like the last part.

“Why that of all the sculptures and other arts in the library?” She shrugged her shoulder. “I don’t know. I’m just drawn into it. It’s like when you enter a room and suddenly hear a faint sound of piano, the melody reaching out to you, as if summoning you closer.” A genuine smile crossed his lips. “The Prime is one of the ancient creatures in the world. They originated from this very land.” Chessa glanced at him. “You seemed to know about them. You also said they’re a fruit of sins and wars, right? Did you know who’s the artist that made them? I mean, they’re myth, aren’t they?”

I know this presence. Not from memory. From inheritance. “You’re… a Prime,” I whisper. The massive wolf lowers its head slightly, gaze locking onto mine. Its voice enters my mind like the echo of mountains shifting. Once. The creatures scream. They scatter blindly, some fleeing back through the tears, others clawing desperately at the ground as the Prime’s presence rejects them outright. Reality snaps shut around them, seams sealing with violent finality. Silence crashes down again—thick, stunned, reverent.

They emerged from the shadows of the logging cabins, their forms distorted by unstable Aetheric injections—twisted, grey-furred monstrosities with eyes that burned with a manic, violet light. "The lapdog of the humans has arrived!" Fenris-Vane stepped forward, his body twice the size of a standard werewolf, his fur matted with dried blood. "You wear a silver mask, Xander, but you still smell like a slave. Why serve the weak when we can rule the ruins?" Xander didn't argue. He didn't offer a treaty. He simply stepped into the "Full-Phase" shift. The transformation was no longer a struggle; it was a command. His golden fur didn't just grow; it ignited with the Alpha-Prime energy, turning him i

They had twins named Leo and Luna, whom they loved dearly and who were destined to inherit their kingdom. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, the king and queen needed to protect their twins. To do so, they changed their names when they began school. Leo became Allistaire, a strong Lycan Prince. In contrast, Luna became Aliyah, an omega who could move objects without touching them and read minds. But these abilities were not easy for her to control. Often, her nose would bleed when she used them. She had no one to guide her, fearing her parents might find out.

That must have been the reason Alexander made an alliance with this kingdom years ago. Not knowing that they ….. Terran planned this. "Gaia is dead. The First Seed sustaining this kingdom is fading," Terran muttered. "And I still don’t have his secret." His fingers trailed across my collarbone slowly, as goosebumps spread across my skin. I flinched. "But now," he whispered, his lips brushing my jaw, "I have something better. The moment you touched the Core Fang… I felt it. The power shifted. You’re above Alexander now. You’re mine."

Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird. In the process of trying to drive him away, they somehow ended up gravitating towards each other. Finding comfort in the unexpected company, deep secrets tumbling out in the middle of the night. The guy who got stranded for sightseeing was suddenly showing her perspectives she had never seen before. The girl who barely talks was suddenly telling him the things he needed to hear all his life. But at the end of the day, you should never ever trust a stranger. Soon the creature would enclose itself completely for the second time, never to be seen like that again. It was a period of transformation.