Ironhide Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

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!"

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.

[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.

Chandler nodded. "I suppose." The doctor came back into the room, a grim expression plastered on his face. "Is everything alright?" I asked him, suddenly worried. "Unfortunately, no," He said. "We're not going to be able to transfuse your blood." "Why? Is something wrong with it?" He shook his head. "Quite the opposite, really. It's much too potent for Mr. Chandler." "Too potent?" Vega asked. "What does that mean?" "You come from a very strong lineage of Lycanthropes, Your Highness," he said to me.

“Never.” Liora’s voice cut through the pain. “Kade! The self-destruct sequence! There’s a manual override!” Before I could reach for it, Prime spun me around and pinned me against the glass of a gestation tank. A half-formed enhanced wolf floated inside, inches from my face. “Watch,” Prime whispered. “This is what you will become.” Then the entire facility shook like something was about to pull it off its foundations. And it wasn't coming from us but from something outside.