Onyx Prime Transformers Mga Nobela at Kwento

They emerged from the shadows of the logging cabins, their forms distorted by unstable Aetheric injections—twisted, grey-furred monstrosities with eyes that burned with a manic, violet light. "The lapdog of the humans has arrived!" Fenris-Vane stepped forward, his body twice the size of a standard werewolf, his fur matted with dried blood. "You wear a silver mask, Xander, but you still smell like a slave. Why serve the weak when we can rule the ruins?" Xander didn't argue. He didn't offer a treaty. He simply stepped into the "Full-Phase" shift. The transformation was no longer a struggle; it was a command. His golden fur didn't just grow; it ignited with the Alpha-Prime energy, turning him i

“They don’t want them all dead, they just want whatever changed ten years ago that led to the Lord’s turning a blind eye to Fae being kidnapped, to stop.” “Jasper and Bash finally let Lucius loose. He’s impulsive and reckless, but he’ll be the first one to fall,” I looked up to see Nixon, “so much for fucking stealth.” “He’s usually more discreet,” Declan murmured as he shook his head, watching Nixon land and shift back seamlessly. Declan was one of few people that had been privy to seeing Onyx, Nixon in his Pheonix form. Our pack was more like a close-knit family, and though they were aware of what he was, not many had laid eyes on Onyx.

Everyone turned toward the direction of the voice, and there stood the one person no one had expected. Elyon! As Alex gazed at the Moon Shine Alpha, he struggled to prevent his wolf from shifting completely. Xan emitted a threatening growl, wanted to go for Elyon's head and shred him into pieces. Although Alex managed to control his wolf somewhat, he couldn't stop it from partially transforming. The first signs of fur began emerging on his skin, his eyes shifted to blood red, and claws extended.

But his eyes weren't gold; they were a flat, glowing violet, and his skin was covered in a mesh of integrated circuitry. "Subject 000-Prime," the man spoke, his voice a perfect, soulless mimicry of Caleb’s own. "The father of your line. You are merely a copy of a copy, 001. A weapon that developed a soul. A flaw that must be erased." The Prime pulled a blade of solid Void-energy from his wrist. Caleb stepped forward, the silver in his eyes burning with a fire that no machine could replicate. "A flaw?" Caleb smirked, his claws extending. "That 'flaw' is the only thing that's going to survive this conversation."

Chris spun around as if he were looking for something or someone. “You can come out now,” he shouted, “I’m sure you all got a great fucking laugh from trying to fool the famously gullible Christopher Red.” James blew out a heavy breath before the sound of snapping and rearranging bones echoed through the dense forest. Where a man once stood was replaced by the magnificent beast that is Onyx. His deep, almost black fur shined under the rays of sunlight, showing off their lighter brown tips.

the head warrior commanded. Upon his words, the two warriors in front of me immediately shifted into a partial form. Their eyes turned a golden color, and their sharp claws emerged. I could do nothing but allow Nala to prepare. Like them, we also shifted partially. Nala's sharp claws extended as we awaited their attack. 'That's it, Sophia...' the Alpha spoke through the mind link.

"Subject 01-A. Identified as: **High-Value Bio-Mass**. Synthesis of Red Blood detected. Recovery of the 'Prime Frequency' is mandatory." [Image: A girl with violet-glowing eyes standing against a massive, brass-and-bone spider-machine under a sky of gears] "Stay back!" Jax shifted into his full wolf form, but he was smaller than even the smallest of the Null's joints. He lunged at one of the brass legs, his sapphire claws sparking against the ancient metal, but the Null didn't even flinch. It simply emitted a pulse of green steam that sent Jax flying backward, his fur scorched and his energy drained.

I explained. "He said he doesn't know when but he believes it would happen soon or maybe later, he just wants me to be alerted," I continue, giving it to him to read. "That's would be impossible right, wolves don't communicate with vampires," I said but Damon didn't seem quite surprised. "Onyx does," he replied. "How, how did he find a way to settle them and how are you aware?" I questioned him. I found out during my little investigation that Onyx supplies Mecha to them along with omegas to be sex toys for them," he explained..

Cain begins to feel irritated looking at Onyx acting all formal. “Stop acting politely and all formal. It’s disgusting.” Cain says abruptly. Onyx loses his patient and stares at him fiercely. He is boiling with anger. Suddenly, his suit is steaming and gas emits throughout his body. Then, a crimson fire burns the entire suit and traces to his hair. When the fire has burnt out, Onyx appearance has changed. He’s wearing a black hooded-singlet, a black trouser with chain hanging from one of the pocket, and a pair of black leather boots with belts strap all over it. His iris shifts from amber to electric blue.

I rub circles on his back and try to comfort him as much as possible. “Rasheed, Onyx is shifting.” I mind link him. “I’m on my way, isn’t it too early for him to shift? Werewolves shift at night G, are you sure?” Rasheed mind links back. “Normally, but Onyx is also Fae, and Demon. That could be affecting him.” “MOMMMMM” Onyx screams. “It’s okay Onyx, mom is here. I am not leaving your side. I will be right here with you all the way, try not to fight it my boy. You are strong, you are an Alpha, a royal, you are going to get through this.”