Ironhide Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

Prophet Rufus is looking everywhere for answers, but to date, no one has a clue how to reverse the mutations. It’s not all that bad, though. We seem to have longer life spans now. While others suffered terribly, a few benefited greatly from the mutations. The one person who benefited the most is Alpha Theo, our king, as he calls himself. He and his friends were disgraced, banished, powerless rogues before the explosion. He became indestructible after it. Apparently, no bite, spear, spell or weapon goes through him. That’s why he was able to take over every pack in this town and make himself our king. The Indestructible Steel King is what his friends call him. He is the most cruel and ruthles

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

Yuan removed his necklace and placed the pendant in front of it. "Access Granted. Welcome, Yuan Salazar." the robot's voice announced. The guy gestured for her to do the same. "Access Granted. Welcome, Eleanor Rixie Salvelle." The door in front of them opened. The first thing that Eleonna saw was the small round stage that was surrounded by a stadium luxury seats. They walked on the red carpet, there were already few people in their luxury clothes. Their shining jewelleries sparkled everytime the lights reflects on it. The place had a color palette of red and black.

But a cold, heavy hand wrapped around my heart, stopping me just in time. I hadn't seen Irene in five long years. I didn't know what she had become, who she associated with, or if her loyalty had shifted to the pack hierarchy while I was away. In this world, a human could not afford to be careless. "Oh, no, there are no mythical powers," I said, forcing a light, dismissing chuckle. "He is just exhibiting his wolf traits a little earlier than usual. It’s nothing supernatural." "But Keren, early shifting and extreme physical durability are classic signs of the Prime gene," Irene pressed, clearly fascinated. "I’ve been studying the ancient texts on Primes since the rumors started."

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

"I don't think it is wise for you to have an implant as it can cause problems for your health. There are medicines you can use to help yourself health wise and to also help your heat and prevent pregnancies. You can only get them in Valden as we don't ship them elsewhere which is why I don't believe the vampires did well or can do well to take care of your health as an omega. I believe you live with them?" Ezra nodded. Jennie wanted to know more about him. Like how did he even end up there with them but she could only contain her curiosity as Vera's sharp eyes never left her. "Alright then, whenever you are leaving, ensure you take some of the drugs we have with you and get that implant out.

Over fifty thousand regional wolf-guards had thrown down their arms, falling into formation behind the nine-foot titan. And at the center of the massive, glowing red war-host, moving at breakneck speed along the grand imperial highway straight toward the capital... was a solitary, massive iron structure being dragged by six mutated shadow-beasts. "What is that central unit?" Zane asked, leaning over the holographic map, his brow furrowed. Asher’s voice returned, dropping into a whisper that carried the cold weight of absolute death: "It's an ancient mobile execution platform, Zane... The First Prime isn't marching to negotiate with the High Council's remnants. He has declared a Primal Trial.

Professor Caine slams her fist on the table, showing that she is angry after losing her calm. 'Third fragment.' There is an anchor network that looks like a lattice, with thousands of amber nodes pulsing across the continent. The depth 22 node is stable and links directly to the Core he holds in his hand. 'Fourth fragment.' In a dark room, screens cover every wall. His signature stands out among many others, with a red line and two words beside it. Priority Alpha. The vision ended, and the Eryndor Prime figure faded. ( Confirm ) His panel opened.

—a floating monolith of archived history—and swung himself into a landing on a platform made of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the aperture of the bridge hummed with a cold, sterile light. Standing at the edge was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. Her silver hair shimmered like a dying star, and her eyes—that chilling, calculated violet—looked down at them not with hatred, but with a terrifying Indifference.

I could only stare at the figure standing on the observation deck. He didn't wear a silver mask. He wore a sharp, charcoal-gray suit that looked exactly like the one Ryan had worn in New York, but his skin was a translucent map of silver mercury. The Second Prime. The architect of the "River Pact" ten years ago. “You’re looking at the arm, Phoenix,” the Second Prime spoke. His voice was a flawless, terrifying baritone—a chorus of a thousand Kings speaking through one stolen throat. “You think it’s a tax. A curse for being the Mother.”