Insecticon Transformers: Prime Novels & Stories

Kevin’s voice was a ragged whisper, raw with exhaustion and a fear that ran deeper than anything Bima had seen from him before. Riska, her face streaked with grime and the faint residue of phosphorescence, shook her head, her usual analytical composure frayed. “We don’t know, Kevin. Core Prime’s evolution… it’s exponential. It’s not just adapting. It’s integrating. It’s using natural processes as weapons. The reservoir… that was a biological integration. This… this is something new. Something more… elemental.”

Because when a stranger knocked at your door in the middle of the night, asking for shelter amidst a crisis, there was simply no excuse to be made. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Gian embodies everything she hates about people. He's loud, too energetic, and always loves inserting himself in other people's business. Aera would make him leave if she could, and she tried for days on end. An apartment unit does not have enough room for two people who clash in every way possible. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird.

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou

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.

Even a noble from the insect race spoke to Philip. “What’s the model of the most advanced warcraft in insect territory?” Philip asked curiously. Philip could not see the true appearance of this insect at all, but it said, “Of course, the most advanced is the Traverser, which can teleport, but its energy stone consumption is very high too.” Philip asked, “Can you get one for me? The price is not a problem.” The insect said apologetically, “It’s not on the market yet. Only two units have been produced so far. I can’t get one.

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE MOTHER] [STATUS: TERMINAL PETRIFICATION 94%] [VERDICT: EXHAUSTED CONDUCTOR] The Prime’s voice wasn't a sound; it was a tectonic roar that bypassed my ears and vibrated directly in my stone ribs. He ignored me. He looked at Leo—the "System Correction" he had planted in the bloodline five centuries ago. [REMAINDER. RETURN. REBOOT.] Leo went rigid. His small fists opened, his gold static flaring until the room turned white. He didn't look at the Prime with hate; he looked at him with a terrifying, clinical devotion.

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.

And he didn’t need someone else to tell him that he shouldn’t allow that thing near him. A long red horn was protruding from Abe’s forehead, and several spikes grew along his armored scales and made him look like a majestic porcupine warrior. Abe had gotten much better at controlling his transformation. And that could be seen from the way his hands and feet remained unchanged. His nails didn’t become claws, neither did his legs grow into hind feet. For he could control the rate and level of transformation now. His eyes peered into Breaker’s body with scrutiny as he revealed yet another of his cards.

" I looked out the window. Something was moving through the giant corn. Something fast. It was green. Insectoid. A praying mantis the size of a horse burst from the foliage. Its scythe-like arms lashed out, hitting the side of the truck. CLANG. The armor dented. "Drive!" I yelled at Kai. We accelerated. More of them appeared. Giant beetles. Dragonflies with wingspans like gliders. The hyper-growth hadn't just affected the plants; it had affected the bugs that ate them. "They're attacking the metal!" Silas observed. "They sense the star-metal in the engine blocks!" "Leo!" I shouted. Leo was in the jeep ahead of us. He stood up in the passenger seat.