Hotshot Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

This should be a piece of cake. Thinking of food reminded her that Elliott was going to have a hard time squeezing his girth through the opening they were closing in on, and she wished that Aaron would’ve gone ahead and let him go through with the procedure they’d been discussing ever since the Vampires had raided the tagging center at headquarters and they’d been forced to use a second dose of Transformation serum on one of the young Hunters, Tara, to keep her alive. Aaron had promised that Elliott and Cadence could both do it, too, since it had made Tara so much faster and stronger than she was before, which was saying something considering the superpowers Hunters already had. But Aaron wa

Inside the glass cylinder, a massive, spinning helix of enriched violet current—the cartel's stolen marrow-reserve—was rotating at a blinding velocity, generating the immense magnetic charge required to power the railgun turrets on the deck above. “The core is un-shielded from the inside, Zora,” Dante’s voice rumbled through our alpha-tether, a heavy, concrete-shattering frequency that ran straight through my blood, stabilizing my racing pulse. “If I drive my iron spine into the primary transformer housing... the localized current will ground itself directly through my chassis. It will completely freeze their railguns... but the reverse-format payload will permanently lock my beast inside th

"We just had to get cold enough to find it." Nathaniel approached us, his tin mug now steaming with actual tea. He looked at the Iron-Grave, which was glowing with a cold, frustrated violet light. "Emma... the Shadow-Prime failed to freeze us. But he’s changing his tactic. He’s no longer looking to kill our bodies. He’s looking to Trade." I looked at the horizon. A single, white-clad messenger was emerging from the obsidian Spire, carrying a flag of parley.

​Together, their hands came down on the master transformer override. ​SHUCK. ​Deep within the underground line, a massive wave of high-voltage current shot backward through the transit yard's electrical grid. On the surface, the primary transformers mounted on the concrete pillars directly above the syndicate ships turned bright orange, hissing violently before detonating in a synchronized sequence of blinding white sparks. ​The electrical surge tore straight through the open fuel lines of the two remaining hover-transports. ​BOOM! BOOM!

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.

I could even face HIM with the power of Ares at my disposal. "Stop right there," Derek ordered me. He shot out a plume of his ice blue flames and the caught me in an ever-shrinking circle. "Drop the transformation. It doesn't matter if you have back up, they'll still be outnumbered." "He's the Prime," I spat. "Your rightful master." Luke shrugged. "Did you forget that we were guardians to Primes? Do you really think that those wolves would accept protection from those lesser than them?"

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.

**<< Die with them! A sharp *crack* echoed, not from Thorne’s gun. A dark hole appeared in Thorne’s forehead. His eyes widened in pure, startled disbelief. The pistol clattered from his hand. He swayed for a moment, then collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. Behind him, Winters lowered his suppressed MP7, smoke curling from the barrel. Leo scrambled to his knees, clutching the unbroken vial of Phoenix Prime, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The immediate threat was neutralized. The dispersal switch untouched. The master seed stock… partially secured.