Onyx Prime Transformers One Novels & Stories

Jasper called after him, the bigger man not as fast as Hector. "There's two lines of tracks, you take care of Asena if it's her!" "How would I know!?" "Pure white wolf! A patch of black over one eye!" "And the twinblood!?" "Simple! Pitch black fur apparently!" "Got it!" They heard the roars and snarles ahead, the two were taring at each other, Hector knew an omega never stands a chance against Asena so he built his first attack in the run.

He set me on my feet with little more than a grunt. “What just happened?” Nox demanded, cutting his eyes left and right for any sign we’d been spotted. It didn’t matter, though. “He knows. He knows we’re here.” A monotone chirp began to pulsate throughout the camp, spilling from speakers propped on tall wooden poles. The warriors in our group began to shift into defensive positions. Those without abilities took on their wolf forms, standing amongst piles of shredded clothing. I grabbed Nox’s arm. “My magic recognizes him as a threat. I won’t unleash it fully until I know he can’t be saved.”

"If you can get Onyx to heed your commands, I'll give it to you for free. How's that?" Roxy was surprised and couldn't believe her ears. "Are you sure?" Victoria nodded and hummed. "As long as you can do it." She then let Onyx go and went to stand next to Benjamin. Signaling to Roxy to go ahead, she turned to the others. "The deal stands for all of you as long as you can tame Onyx." Someone interested in Onyx spoke up before Roxy could. "Ms. Bennett, I'll have a go first. It's just a horse. Let me see how amazing it is."

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.

"But the Council isn't a group of people, Leo. It’s a protocol." ​The side of the drill slid open, and a figure stepped out. It was a "Void-Alpha", but it was three times the size of the ones they had fought on the moon. Its armor was made of the same obsidian as the Master Capacitor, and its eyes were twin voids of swirling black ink. ​"I am the Omega-Prime," the creature rasped. "The final iteration of the Vane-Slayer. And I have been authorized to 'De-Install' the Labyrinth."

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."

(Come to me, my male! “Let him come to me, Onyx.” As if her voice was the light to the beast’s path, she heard Onyx’s bones breaking one after another and slowly fur sprouted breaking through his skin. Sharp claws and canines struggled through his paw and gums. Under the moonlight, the beast is once again born gazing down at her with his golden eyes. His power and dominance oozed out of his pores.

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.

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.

The girl nods her head and points her finger at him, “you! You will save everyone, you are our hope.” “I can’t hardly kill a fly. I can’t kill this big man.” “Yes, you can! You are an Alpha, Onyx.” “What is an Alpha?” the young boy asks. “You are the leader of all the existing werewolves.” The girl changes into a wolf and then transforms into her human form, which reveals to be the same girl Onyx met in the woods. “Save us, Alpha Onyx.” I woke up all sweating under the duvet. I throw it away from me and run outside. The chilly breeze blows and cools my hot body. I relax and breathe better.