Hotshot Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

She went limp instantly, slumping onto the cold floor. I scrambled up on my hands and knees, breathing heavily, my vision swimming with red spots. "Elias!" I stumbled toward him, pulling my knife out to slash through the plastic zip-ties binding his wrists. "Aria..." he gasped, falling forward into my arms, his entire body trembling violently from cold and blood loss. "The... the transformer..." Above us, the massive high-voltage transformer bank began to hum with a terrifying, high-pitched whine. The cooling tubes were glowing bright red, blue electrical arcs jumping across the ceramic insulators like jagged lightning bolts.

He was standing in the Citadel's high war room, his clothes disheveled, alarm sirens wailing behind him. "Elara! Dominic!" Asher's voice was frantic, stripped of all his usual corporate composure. "The city's defense matrix just completely flipped! Something overridden the primary directive from the harbor!" "We know, Asher," I said, my voice tight as I stared at the burning warship. "The First Prime is awake. He reclaimed the Eastern Core." "It gets worse," Asher said, his golden eyes wide with a terrifying, hollow dread. "I just received a priority-one long-range transmission from our scout posts at the Iron Wall..."

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

Something heavy. A massive robot stepped out. It was twelve feet tall. It was painted black. It had Gatling guns for arms. "Meet the Reaper Prime," Garrett said. "Automated defense system. Enjoy." He ran toward a side exit. "Kill them," Garrett ordered the robot. The robot’s eyes glowed red. The guns spun up. Whirrrrrr. "Cover!" Kael screamed. We dove behind the missile cart just as the room erupted in a hail of bullets.

Walking out of the chapel just after concluding her penance, with strong hopes that this sacrament of reconciliation will bring good tidings to her. She searched through her bespoke Hermes bag to fetch a keyless remote control. Pointing same towards an obsidian black Mercedes-Maybach S650 seated on the all paved parking lot just about 100 feet outside the chapel. Those new pair of silhouette heels still hurts terribly regardless, she needs to walk like a queen.

The two projectiles lodge themselves onto each wrist as Ursa drops her shining net over her Uncle’s head. The scent of burning flesh hits the air as Primus screams in agony, the silvery net shining bright blue with the glow of the starfire crystals. A silver collar and two silver cuffs appear where the projectiles pierced Primus’ flesh. A terrible roar shakes itself free from Primus’ throat as his body begins to shrink, the cuffs adjusting in size with him as it zaps him repeatedly with bright blue flashes of contained lightning. I roar along with him, my arms outstretched helplessly as Primus’s wings wrap around his body as a useless shield.

Josh checked his seat belt and the fastening on his helmet. Andy had brought his fire suit - just in case. He'd grinned. Zipping into it had been, unexpectedly, like being with an old friend. Andy had cleared everything with the manager of Kentucky Speedway, and, this morning, there was a car for him to use, a pit crew, the manager, and nothing else. The manager had told him there might be a person or two wandering in who had business, but no media or anything like that. It was the best he could do. Josh would have to be good with that and block it all out of his mind.

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

The First Prime shrieked—a high-frequency sonar pulse that shattered the quartz pillars around us. [ANOMALY. ERROR. THE MOTHER IS—] "The Mother is the one who kills the God!" I roared. The gold static from Leo suddenly shifted. It didn't flow into the Prime. It flowed into me. I felt my heart stop. Thump... thump... flatline. The Shared Heat through the link spiked. I saw Kael’s silver mercury blood, Ryan’s biometric signature, and the First Prime’s blueprints all colliding in my own marrow. I became the capacitor for the global surge.

"They're designed to latch onto deep-sea intruders and short out their sub-ether grids!" "If they short the Phase-Shield, this pod crumples like a soda can in two seconds," I yelled, my hands frantically engaging the pod's localized gravity-thrusters. "Don't run!" Dax bellowed, stepping up to the secondary gunnery console we had hot-wired into the cabin. He gripped the dual joysticks, linking the Origin-Code targeting matrix to the retrofitted Prime Forge plasma turrets mounted on the nose. "We can't outswim them in a brick! We fight!"