Mech Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

I screamed, rushing toward him. Lucas looked at me with wide brown eyes, blood trickling from his mouth. “Sophia… that clone… when she was in the laboratory… she injected a ‘sleeper virus’ into my processor. It needed the signal from this silver pyramid to activate… I… I can’t hold myself anymore!” Suddenly, his entire body began to shift from blue to black. His diamond-like skin cracked open as metallic spikes burst out from within. Lucas let out a monstrous scream—something neither human nor machine. He was no longer Lucas; he was transforming into a massive Black Mechanism, a being created purely for destruction.

Everyone had separate desks with equipment for creating cyborg mods. Everyone went and sat in their seats. The four took seats next to each other. The teacher was a beautiful woman and was wearing a tech suit and welding goggles on her head, on her hands she wore silver gloves made up of mechons, they were nanites which form up any type of wearables and can be controlled with our mind,mechons are very useful in fixing and making tech, they are powered using mod energy and are extra tech attached to our bodies and they can be removed, they are extremely costly and not easily available. The teacher looked at everyone and spoke out in a beautiful voice,

As he began disassembling it and reached the motherboard, Luna, supposed to be off, suddenly grabbed his wrist. Trevor, wide-eyed, watched as the Shiny Egg's limbs stretched, transforming from a 1.2m dwarf to a normal adult height. Luna, with a twist of its mechanical arm, made the worker scream in pain. Trevor, utterly stunned, didn't even notice the water splashed on him. 'What on earth is that? A transformer?' In defense mode, Luna released the worker's hand, turned to Trevor, and moved toward him. Snatching the bottle from Trevor's hand, it crushed it with its mechanical fingers. Just as Luna was about to strike Trevor, he snapped out of it and fled.

They fell into an abandoned room, an old dormitory in the sanatorium, with rows of rusted metal beds and rotting mattresses. The creature shoved him against one of the beds, and Alexei felt his back tear against the rusted frame. He rolled to the side, dodging a blow that split the bed in half, and rose with fury boiling inside him. "You're starting to piss me off." Alexei growled, his violet eyes glowing. "And you're starting to disappoint me." The creature replied, and the resemblance was so perfect that Alexei almost hesitated. But anger spoke louder. He stopped thinking only as Alexei and began to act as what he was now: A Primordial. The black smoke rose over his body, completely envelo

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

Against my breast, the baby let out a sharp, clear cry—the sound ringing out through the roaring hum of the transformers like a silver bell. The moment her voice hit the air, the violent green current passing through my body stabilized. The raw, wild electricity didn't fry my heart; it was sucked down through my legs into the deep bedrock of the Mainland, formatting the entire three-phase grid into a perfectly balanced, low-frequency violet pulse that shot through the maintenance cables like a shadow running through a forest. CLANK. CLANK. CLANK. The massive mechanical switches inside the master panel snapped into place one by one. The dangerous, high-pitched scream of the transformers insta

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.

frequency into it. ​"You’re just a recording," Leo growled, his eyes burning orange. "And I’m the one who’s deleting the file." ​The silver circuits in Leo’s arm flared white. The feedback traveled into the Prime, causing its skin to pixelate and tear. The "Clean" DNA inside the Prime began to boil, the biological and digital components of the construct fighting each other. With a final, massive surge of energy, Leo threw the Prime into the carrier’s intake manifold.

[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.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l