Onyx Prime Transformers Novels & Stories

It isn't long before the get back with a bottle of bright green fluid. Regina take it eagerly without saying a word and drop a few drops of it into Landon's mouth, giving it a few seconds before feeling his pulse. She let out a sigh of relief when she feel it getting a bit stronger. She give him a few more drops and after a while feeling like it is an eternity he gasps for air. But then it all happens so fast, one bone snapping after another, forming into his feline features, and then Onyx stands infront of them in a blink of an eye. His chest pushed out proud and he scout the environment around him. He sees Tessa and walk towards her, rubbing against her ans she throws her arms around him.

Jumping on one of the undead, I tore his head clean off his shoulder before going to the next one. Fuck! I had forgotten how fast these things were. Without wasting time, I transform into Onyx. She is a beast compared to werewolves, but that is a good advantage. Xavier was having difficulty with them, so the majority of the workload fell on me and Nolan. After a while, I was beginning to get tired. They just kept coming and coming. Like there was an endless source that was spiting them out. I never get this tired this quickly, but then again, I used to depend on my powers for energy supply. I continue fighting. Ripping and clawing, beheading, then repeating the same process again.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

The steel sang against the scabbard—a clear, ringing note. "Viggo, point. Wolfy, control. Guller, keep the minds off us." We moved. Our boots hit the floor in a synchronized, heavy rhythm. We weren't the ragged survivors of the Wastes. We were the Covenant. We were a single organism moving with lethal intent. A squad of Onyx Guards rounded the corner. They were seven feet tall. Their armor was void-black Barzil-plate that swallowed the light. They held energy pikes. The weapons hummed with a low, threatening vibration.

They move with a slow, predatory grace that makes my stomach flip. Alpha Prime leads them. He is the largest, a wall of scarred muscle with eyes that glow a dark, hungry gold. He doesn't wear a shirt, and the heat radiating off his chest is like a furnace. Behind him are the Twins, Silas and Kael. They are identical, massive, and move in total sync, their heavy boots thudding against the floor at the exact same time. Trailing behind is the Feral. He is the youngest, and his eyes are wide and wild. He looks sick with lust, his chest heaving as he catches the scent of my heat.

My heart almost leaped out of my mouth when I heard my father’s next statement. “Onyx.” Zyphre roared, releasing his aura to suppress him, but Onyx was stronger than Zyphre. “Zyphre, attack on my count.” I felt pity for Onyx because this was our father’s wolf, Orion, the most formidable alpha in present time. “Yes, Father.” Zyphre affirmed the sentence in a gruff voice, and they both leaped high in the air as Onyx was within their reach now. In no time, they both shifted into their wolf forms and lunged at Onyx from behind when he was about to cross the back alley of Sheryl’s society.

Just under a mile, we race after them, the baby covered in a blue orb suspended in the backseat, untouched by the wreckage around her. I marvel at her as the car stops landing on its roof, where it lays dormant and still, yet she is still suspended in that ball. "Come now, Lilith," Onyx talks aloud, something that is a gift of his own. The ability to speak aloud in Wolf form is unheard of. But every lifetime he comes back, he brings new skills with him. This is our twelfth life cycle, the lucky son of a bitch. The child floats out of the broken window, all blonde curls and big blue eyes, and I swear my heart breaks into a million pieces and then repairs itself in a shape that holds her dear

Sybil asked shocked. “Yes, and I realized last night that my wolf will do it regardless of a yes or no.” He’d bitten others, ones that were destined mates. That was rather rare and far between, but as Alpha Prime he now had the power to do so. All the traits of being what he was, of the first blood were active in him now. Just like with that first group so long ago. The moment that his people chose him to lead it made him what he had been meant for. No longer just a dormant prime with latent abilities, but a realized one. One who’s gifts were now true and active. Again it just felt like a lot of weight and yet eased with telling her. Even if she didn’t like the last part.

It just sounded cold. Iris felt her heart jump. "I am Iris Thorne," she said. Her voice shook a little bit. "I am here to see Silas Vane." "Wait one moment," the robot voice said. This was Onyx. Onyx was the brain of the house. Onyx was an AI.

said Baron as he addressed me while we walked in the woods. "I don't know what to say. I honestly have no idea about who I am or the limits of my abilities" I replied. "Don't worry about that Laura. That is why I have developed a plan. You see, straight ahead is the small building of a woman we call the Oracle. She is a werewolf but she is neutral. She doesn't support or belong to any pack. She has the special ability of seeing into someone's real identity and their future. I am taking you to her now, before we begin your training. I need to know the exact kind of creature that you are before I train you. I greatly sense that you are more special than the lot of us" said Baron.