Hotshot Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

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.

+++++++++ “AGH! Mistress… please… I have done… AAAH!… as you asked… You’ve seen proof of… Mr. Agpalza’s interest in his… GAH!… professor…” ”THAT WAS NOT ALL I WANTED SLAVE!” “AAAHHHH!!! Hah.. hah… hah… Please… he is… hah… hah… as skilled… as I have… hah… hah… known him to be…” The Hot-Shot is an electrical cattle prod that can deliver shocks of pain through its victims. Even the small compact ones hand out 5,000 volts with one touch. It’s been considered criminal to use these on rodeo bulls, much less human beings.

"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!"

The night sky turned orange with fire. I lay there coughing, ears ringing, every inch of my body screaming. Kade was on top of me, still shielding me from the worst of the blast and falling debris. “You okay?” he rasped, his face inches from mine, eyes full of fear and love. I touched his bloody cheek with trembling fingers. “Yeah, you?” Before he could answer, a terrifying shadow rose from the heart of the flames behind us. Unit Prime stepped out of the inferno, one arm completely missing, and half its body was the color of charcoal.

She said. Primus grabbed her neck and hits her on the ground. "You know no shit about us." He roared. "You want my powers... Do it? Kill me and take it but you'll never have peace you know, you'll only multiply your enemies." She shouted. She slowly let go of her as they heard incoming footsteps. "Your motivatl speech isn't gonna save you next time Elsa." Primus said and vanished with full speed. Sharon and the rest of the team emerged from the woods.

" Her delighted little laugh was like a knife twisting into his heart. It had been a joke? Vivian claimed she had been hit by a car that night, but it had all been nothing more than a cruel joke. Because of that ridiculous lie, he ended up trading away our unborn child. Just then, a rescuer ran over, breathless. "Mr. Fuller! We found Mrs. Fuller's phone!" Ethan snatched it. After trying several passwords, it was unlocked with his own birthday. In the phone's trash folder, the most recently deleted file was a video. In it, I was seated at my worktable, the wall behind me covered with sketches and inspiration notes. I looked into the camera, my eyes filled with the familiar affection he once t

—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.

The backdoor Damian had embedded had been triggered by Prime’s own arrogance. The temporary tyranny was collapsing from within. Prime roared, lunging for Alex. Damian broke the restraints—weakened by the illusion’s failure—and tackled him. The fight was brutal—mirror images clashing in savage symmetry. Alex freed himself, grabbing a fallen guard’s pistol. He fired. The shot caught Prime in the shoulder. The clone staggered. Damian drove his knife into Prime’s chest. The clone gasped, eyes wide with shock. “You… were always better at this than me.”

They were burning the canvas to kill the painting. ​Leo Vane stood in the center of the Iron District, his boots anchored in the emerald vines his mother had summoned. Beside him, Sierra knelt over the fallen Architect-Prime, the grey, hollowed-out version of herself. The Prime’s eyes were open, but they were no longer reflective mirrors; they were windows into a "Server-Room" that was currently on fire.