Primus #transformers Novels & Stories

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

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.

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.

"Oh? You're curious about my level? I suppose I'll need to get closer for you to sense it properly." He took another step forward. The tension in the air thickened. Tyler and the other soldiers exchanged uneasy glances, but they knew Adrian too well to believe he would ever submit. Adrian's voice trailed off, and suddenly, an overwhelming force erupted from him. "Impossible! He's a Fusion Stage warrior!" one of the Primeria soldiers shouted, panic etched across his face as he stumbled backward. The middle-aged man leading the Primeria forces was equally stunned. His eyes widened in horror as he stared at Adrian.

He ordered in full of authority. “Why is it Alpha?” Bryant asked fully confused. “It’s Primo’s way of declaring a war between us, he’ll use those humans, and make us pay for what they will about to do today.” Alpha Priam said those clueless human doesn’t care who attack them, or what pack they came from. The only thing they will remember is that they were werewolves. Bryant bowed his head once more before leaving and executing the Alpha’s order. Alpha Priam called someone on his phone, it was one of the four lawmakers that were his father’s good friend in England.

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?"

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

“Transformer.” I squinted. “Max, you have twenty-three Transformers. We counted yesterday.” “But this one’s different!” Max quickly countered. “That one was a truck. This one... is also a truck. But it’s gray! And it can fly. Maybe.” “Maybe?” Max nodded confidently. “It has wings! I saw on G****e. And I still don’t have the Christmas edition Bumblebee that sings! If I don’t get it... the world will be unbalanced. And I won’t be able to save humanity from destruction.”

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

They had been waiting for this opportunity. Caspian’s expression, previously a mask of weary anger, sharpened with shrewd interest. He leaned forward slightly, studying the man before him. "An obstacle to what, exactly? And why should Jason Wolfe be any of your concern?" "Because what's bad for you is bad for us." Kincaid let that settle. Then: "I represent Primus Corporation." The name landed with the force of a physical blow. Caspian knew of Primus; everyone in their world did. They were the corporate vultures who had been circling Smith Royale for months, a multinational behemoth far more powerful than the Montgomery empire. This changed everything.