Fanfiction Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

*** Because power could be resisted. Contained. Broken. *** But this— *** This was assimilation. *** And assimilation spread. *** ### The Edge of Transformation Raven stood at the balcony. Victoria beside her. *** Grounding her. Holding her. *** But the truth remained. *** She was no longer just reaching across Valros. *** Valros was beginning to exist within her. *** Not metaphorically. *** Structurally. *** ### The Question That Remains “How far does this go?” Victoria asked quietly. ***

I felt the pull in my chest, a desperate, magnetic tugging at the starlight-iron in my own soul. "It’s not an attack, Nathaniel," I said, my voice vibrating with a sovereign resonance. "It’s a Reclamation. The Void-Prime thinks we’ve been fattening the world up for its dinner." Félix was beside me, his emerald aura a roaring, white-hot fire that fought the indigo chill rising from the earth. He looked at the fissure, his daggers dripping with the cold-point energy of the Rift. "A reclamation, huh? Well, the Prime is about to find out that the North doesn't do refunds."

He seems to be saying something, trying to convince her to stop perhaps, but she isn’t listening, distracted as she is by his wild eyes and blistered face. The torch catches the afflicted’s arm, and it spreads. Before I can reach her side, Melis is also caught in the flame. Pulling on the earth, I do something I promised I would never do, not while in a city full of humans. I take my true form. No longer Leon, I am Primus, the lost king of Luxandra. The remaining afflicted flee as I step forward, calling on the earth beneath our feet to smother the flames. But it’s too late. The afflicted are all truly dead and Melis lies very still.

The principle of things ending granted awareness. When it spoke, the words formed directly in whatever passed for my mind. “Guardian. You survive where others have not. Impressive.” “You’re the Prime.” My response wasn’t words either, just intention shaped into communication. “I am the anchor. The source from which fragments manifest. The Void’s consciousness made manifest in your reality.” The Prime studied me… not with eyes, but with attention that felt like being evaluated at a level. “You should not be here.” “The artifact protects me.”

Doctor Prime solemnly said, taking her hand and his glowed light blue again. Miria had a look of confusion and a bit of fear. “W-What do you mean, doctor?” “The power had been festering inside of you. I don’t know how much energy the fairy left inside the flower, but raw energy is still as it is. It is too powerful for your body to consume, especially you never trained to become an elemer,” Doctor Prime said as the light died down. He squeezed her hand lightly and frowned. “But strangely, it’s somehow… Becoming one with you. It’s moving through your blood as if it was home. I don’t sense any hostility from it.”

—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.

Damien stepped between him and the others. “Stop.” Prime’s gaze fixed on Damien. He tilted his head, observing him like a reflection puzzled by its original. “You are… the seed,” Prime said. His voice was distorted—multi-layered, as if several voices echoed inside one. Damien’s pulse pounded. “You don’t have to follow his programming.” “I do not follow,” Prime replied. “I inherit.” He extended his hand, and for a moment, it wasn’t threatening. It was almost… curious. Reaching not to strike, but to connect.

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.