Onyx Prime Transformers Novels & Stories

Dante stood apart from the rest, arms crossed with his jaw set in something close to warning. Beyond them, Tion stood. His wolf form loomed larger in the semi darkness than it had in my memory. Black as shadow with eyes that looked like molten gold. He shifted slowly, bones cracking, skin splitting and reshaping until the man stood where the beast had been. He didn’t bother dressing fully. Only loose fitting pants,his bare chest streaked with scars both old and new. The mark of an Alpha who bled as often as he commanded. “This is your moment, little wolf,” he said. His raspy voice echoing through the space . “Either you earn your place among us… or we bury you beyond the borders.”

As if their instincts remember exactly who sits at the top of the food chain. The doors open— And there he stands. Tall. Unbending. Dressed in deep forest green and black, the cloak of his rank trailing behind him like smoke. Eyes like steel. A presence that crushes and commands in the same breath. Alpha Prime Thorne. The most powerful wolf alive. And he’s looking right at me as if he knows the reason I'm here.

As soon as Orion was done greeting his pack members, he padded back to Onyx. “Father, can we go for a run?” The little pup begged. But it was late and knowing that the Shunka was out there and was killing halfbreeds, Onyx thought it wise to take his son for a run when it was daytime. “How about we go in the morning? For now, you need to transform into your human form." “But how?” Orion sought. “Let your instincts guide you. Just imagine yourself on two legs instead of four and that you want your human in control."

I could even face HIM with the power of Ares at my disposal. "Stop right there," Derek ordered me. He shot out a plume of his ice blue flames and the caught me in an ever-shrinking circle. "Drop the transformation. It doesn't matter if you have back up, they'll still be outnumbered." "He's the Prime," I spat. "Your rightful master." Luke shrugged. "Did you forget that we were guardians to Primes? Do you really think that those wolves would accept protection from those lesser than them?"

His mocking gaze issued a non-verbal challenge and Onyx gnarled at Earth’s most burdening scum. While Nox went blazing towards the rogue king, the beta witches protected his flanks and the beta elves took care of protecting his back. The beta wolves took after the fleeing rogues, and the dragons started blocking the exits in divergent directions. Onyx, however, had a one-track mind－ to keep our mate safe. Leaping off Tyson’s dragonian head, Onyx tore apart the beta rogue trying to sneak behind Nox while my beta went rolling down the valley with the rogue king.

Suddenly, the entire passage began to shake, and the dust and stones continued to fall on top of their heads. “He blew himself up,” Tyr said in a low voice. Then, he took Olympias’ hand and quickly ran toward the other end of the passage. Slaine was a Transformation warrior. At the moment of crisis, he chose to explode himself to buy Olympias and Tyr more time to escape. The power a Transformation warrior could exude was absolutely terrifying when he overloaded his energy core with the intention to self-destruct. The entire passage collapsed in an instant. Tyr and Olympias used all their strength to dash toward the other end of the passage as quickly as possible.

"The northern territory is teeming with independent warlords and heavily armed chieftains—the Calder Dominion is not the sole superpower holding gold in its vaults. Nighthowl Systems has never stood at the valley gates waiting to be selected by a sovereign! Maintain your focus on the Wraithfang core architecture. Leave the political warfare to my claws." A rare, comforting warmth bloomed behind my ribs. "My gratitude, Orion." "Do not turn soft on my radar, kid! I am breaking the connection," he barked, though the underlying affection was unmistakable. I watched the runic glass fade to dark, a quiet smile remaining on my face. My mind didn't attempt to map the precise mechanics Orion intended

All crying out simultaneously. "NO! THIS IS NOT—I WILL NOT—" Prime's voice fragments into thousands. The form collapses. Essences scatter. Each one a dead dragon, finally free. When the light fades, nothing remains of Prime except a small crystallized core. The original essence. Ancient. Tiny. Powerless. Jamie picks it up carefully. "Is this what you really are? Without all the stolen power? Just... this?" The crystal pulses weakly. No voice. No threat. Just residual consciousness.

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

“I don’t tell them everything. There are secrets I’ve had to keep from them before. If this is truly something they don’t need to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” I sighed deeply. Fuck. I was really about to divulge a secret that wasn’t mine to someone else. But I needed someone that could help, and I needed some direction. I wasn’t good at giving backstories and all that shit, plus if Alpha Adrian was serious about five minutes, we only had a few left.” “Onyx is a vampire and werewolf hybrid.” No sense in beating around the bush, I always say. “Wait. What? How? Oh! Her mother, Iliana. That sneaky bastard!”