Onyx Prime Transformers One Novels & Stories

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.

Harlow hissed at her uncle, "the only thing you will be getting today is your death." Onyx laughed, clapping his hands. “Do you hear this? My little niece, do you really think that you and your pack can defeat me and my army? Just look at us compared to them." He laughed. ’’Just come with me. Don’t be like the others who refuse to see my vision. Or you just might end up like your parents.’’ Gore growled, getting ready to shift in his wolf form and attack. "Look, look, the dog. He thinks he can stop me." Onyx laughed. "I just want my niece, and I will be on my way." He held out his hand.

I pleaded to her, tired and completely drained of energy. She huffed, producing a large sound, but didn’t let her guard down. I saw Onyx shifting into his human form, and I blushed harder. It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen him naked before, but seeing him now made me not only blush but also drool. She snorted in satisfaction while looking at our mate from head to toe. He was one fine specimen of a human with features of sculptures of Greek Gods. I felt as if I was seeing him for the first time. The perfectly thick and long neck meeting ended at a voluminous and symmetrical chest with a perfect shape of muscles, forming a straight line in the middle, which ended at the ripped eight-pack abs.

"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.

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.

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.

"But, Princess, how do you know she is an underground Vampire? For all we know, they are nothing but myths." Lyne nodded, glancing back at Maya who now approached them with gentle strides. "The Onyx belongs to me and unto me shall it return to." She said. "No one is disputing that, Maya. But there is something I want you to know. The Onyx was given to us willingly and that is why it has been working for us." Maya burst out laughing, throwing her head back. "Indeed. Us? You forget you're not one of us, Princess. You're an outcast and that's what you'll always be."

“Hurry up human. You had your time with our mate, now it’s my time.” “Ok Onyx, but remember, we have to get back, so no funny business.” “Whatever.” Onyx says and pushes his way to the front. He is such an impatient wolf. “I heard what you were thinking human” I quickly shift, and Onyx walks up to Tamaska in all his midnight black glory. Onyx is taller than Tamaska, but only by a little. They are a perfect match. Onyx looks like the night sky and Tamaska looks like the moon itself shining in the night sky.

"I can do this, Mom. I just need to do it quickly before my strength runs out." The second Prime was easier. A woman named Nyx—the same one who had come with Cassandra to Ironfang months ago. She put up more of a fight than Marcus had. Actually tried to counter-command Elena. It did not work. Elena's command was stronger. Faster. More precise. Nyx left without finishing the confrontation. Retreated rather than continue fighting a battle she was losing. Two down. Ten remaining. The third engagement was harder. The Prime we targeted—one of the hidden six named Sienna—did not come alone. She had positioned guards who attacked the moment Elena tried to engage.

I know this presence. Not from memory. From inheritance. “You’re… a Prime,” I whisper. The massive wolf lowers its head slightly, gaze locking onto mine. Its voice enters my mind like the echo of mountains shifting. Once. The creatures scream. They scatter blindly, some fleeing back through the tears, others clawing desperately at the ground as the Prime’s presence rejects them outright. Reality snaps shut around them, seams sealing with violent finality. Silence crashes down again—thick, stunned, reverent.