Nemesis Prime Transformers: The Last Knight Novels & Stories

The collar around his throat and the platinum chain beneath it felt like the only steady things left in the world. Damian stood beside him, rifle slung across his back, blood streaking his face from a fresh graze above his temple. His own body showed the lingering effects of the clone’s neural attack—faint blue veins pulsing under his skin, eyes still flickering with residual red from the entity’s partial possession. The temporary tyranny had ended in fire and betrayal, but the cost had been high. Prime’s final act had torn open something far worse than physical wounds. The ground beneath their feet began to tremble.

The moment of truth. My fingers were inches from the chip when the entire wall of windows behind Jeff exploded inwards. The world dissolved into a shower of screaming glass and roaring wind. A sleek, black aerial drone hovered where the window had been, its weapons systems humming with lethal intent. Standing in the jagged opening, silhouetted against the city lights, was Prime. Her obsidian eyes glinted, and her voice cut through the chaos, cold and absolute. “The emotional compromise is complete,” she stated, her rifle rising again, not toward me, but toward Jeff. “Targeting the architect. Eliminating the corruption at its source.”

I clamped my jaws around its shoulder and bit down with everything I had. Prime roared in actual pain this time. “Emotional attachment equals weakness!” Sable limped into the chamber, blood running down her face. “Kade! The core server is behind that sealed door! We destroy it and the whole army loses cohesion!” Unit Prime threw me off and stood tall, chest heaving. “You will not succeed. I was born for this moment.” Then it went at Sable. “No!” I intercepted, slamming into its side. We rolled across the wet floor, smashing through more tanks.

Bradley is limping as we jog the rest of the way to the hospital. “I’ll start on the kits,” I begin. “No. You know what you’re looking for with the silver. You check Bradley and I’ll start making kits,” my mom says, turning to where my storage room is. ‘Quirin,’ I call, pushing the mind link open when I feel that he’s not in a heated fight. ‘Kennedy? What’s wrong?’ ‘Is this Jasper again?’ ‘Jasper and Brogan, why?’ ‘I need to check the warriors for silver.’

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

"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

“Your temperature is normal, yet, you seem sick.” I clenched my hands as my jaw moved in great disdain. If only I had the strength to knock them all out I would have to do it without missing a beat. But, even if I tried to fight back, everything we worked for would come to naught. The giants when in unit are unbeatable. Only an Alpha can challenge them all. “Your f*cking prince got it all wrong.” I whispered. I know to myself he will not listen to what I will say but my heart couldn’t accept what’s happening to us.

From the shadows behind Elena, two figures emerged. They were "Perfected Shields." They looked like Nevan, but their skin was a seamless, metallic silver, and their eyes were the cold, radiant gold of the Harvester. They didn't have souls; they had protocols. They were the "Alpha-Prime" units—the versions of Nevan that Elena had always wanted to build. "Kill the Shield," Elena commanded. "Retrieve the Heir. The Mother will be integrated." The two Alphas lunged.

"You are wrong Zera. This game he is talking about is not only finding her, this game is about killing. Those who are good at fighting will survive and those who do not know will die." Zera was shocked by what she heard, she didn't know that it was going to be so deep. "That's why we have to go back there, to asked someone to train us, also you Zera, you should know how to defend yourself, you're their target," Nash said making everyone stop. Gavin and Xanti looked at Zera.

His voice followed as claps eluded in unison He gives a pause as it dies down before he continued "The Neuroxine has been a blessing to us as well as a curse. We all know the dangers of the NX-5. Before you take the Quantum Spectroscopy Exam I would like to give you a brief explanation about what will happen during and after your exam" The entire assembly was quiet as he begun "The NX-ZERO are people like me, the humans, born leaders, so do not feel bad if you do not have an NX-1. The NX-1 are the IT specialists who have helped create the New Eden we have today, using 100% of the brain at all times is indeed a major milestone. NX-2 are the Synod Agents you have around you, they have strength