Primus #transformers Novels & Stories

“When he created the pseudo holy beast back then, Primus asked your mother for her blood, so it has your mother's blood in its body. Even if it won't listen to you, it probably won't attack you. “At that time, you can use the pivot to take over the control room there, and everyone in Sin Capital will become your subordinates.” After Lord Bizarro finished speaking, Philip nodded thoughtfully. “Okay, I see. Thank you, Lord Bizarro.”

PRIMUS ALEXANDER'S POV They felt the shift. My Lykois, my Syntagmas. They moved without my command. Without my permission. The moment I left the room, the courtyard had turned into chaos. I could smell the unrest before I even got there. Dozens of them, trained men, elite guards circling like they were answering an alarm only they could hear. One of the Syntagmas stepped forward, chest puffed. “Primus, we know the Luna is inside. Let us see her. We only wish to make sure she’s not harmed as we smelt a threat.”

She knew that whoever was out there probably had it. Aries glanced at the door, and mentally he snapped at the one out there to leave what they had at the door and go. It was obeyed too, he just pushed it in their mind. They immediately responded to his command. He was Alpha Prime after all. None of them were going to be able to fight a real command he gave. “I’m not going anywhere.” Sybil figured she needed to appease him. For whatever reason he was infatuated with her at the moment.

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE MOTHER] [STATUS: TERMINAL PETRIFICATION 94%] [VERDICT: EXHAUSTED CONDUCTOR] The Prime’s voice wasn't a sound; it was a tectonic roar that bypassed my ears and vibrated directly in my stone ribs. He ignored me. He looked at Leo—the "System Correction" he had planted in the bloodline five centuries ago. [REMAINDER. RETURN. REBOOT.] Leo went rigid. His small fists opened, his gold static flaring until the room turned white. He didn't look at the Prime with hate; he looked at him with a terrifying, clinical devotion.

The pressure was far from what they expected and they could bear to stand it for long as they let their powers flow to break the restrain on them. "Hello everyone, i am Bryan Robinson. Well you may call me the 'Primordial Alpha'. The moment he said the last word, temptation struck them and they were about to dive towards him but he interrupted with his his voice. "Hmm... It's seems the VIP aren't here yet right? Well let's cut to the chase we can still start the party without them" His voice deepen and his face expression changed serious. "So shall we?" After his last word the transfomation stared. His eyes glowed through the darkness, it was as if it was bathed with blood. His previous smil

Slave I slowly step out from behind Nathan. My cheeks are still rosy-red from seeing Alpha Maximus’s large appendage. I keep eye contact as I slowly walk toward him and gently place my hand in his. There is an instant feeling of love and bliss between us. He rubs his thumb across the back of my hand, sending sparks igniting. Alpha Maximus smiles at me with his gentle brown eyes. My heart flutters and a sense of happiness fills my soul. I know right then that I can trust him and that I’m now his to cherish.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

Then, with a nod of its massive head, it released a pulse of energy that enveloped the battlefield. Amelia's heart skipped a beat as she watched the sinister alpha werewolf transform back into his original form—a noble, silver beast who had once been a guardian of their werewolf pack. Relief swept over her as she realized their efforts had resonated with the ancient power. The Primeval Alpha let out a deep, rumbling growl, its gaze now focused on the creature that had been corrupted by darkness. It stepped forward, its massive paws causing the ground to quake beneath its weight. With deliberate movements, it circled the evil entity, studying it with a critical eye.

The enforcers froze, their movements faltering. "What… what is that?" Lia stammered, pointing at the vat. Riska's device shrieked. "The energy signature… it’s Core Prime! They're not just pursuing us. They're trying to… absorb our creation! They’re trying to weaponize it themselves!" The liquid in the vat began to glow with an unnatural, phosphorescent light, mirroring the corrupted glow of the reservoir. The potent aroma of their mixture was being distorted, twisted, corrupted by Core Prime's overwhelming influence.

Over fifty thousand regional wolf-guards had thrown down their arms, falling into formation behind the nine-foot titan. And at the center of the massive, glowing red war-host, moving at breakneck speed along the grand imperial highway straight toward the capital... was a solitary, massive iron structure being dragged by six mutated shadow-beasts. "What is that central unit?" Zane asked, leaning over the holographic map, his brow furrowed. Asher’s voice returned, dropping into a whisper that carried the cold weight of absolute death: "It's an ancient mobile execution platform, Zane... The First Prime isn't marching to negotiate with the High Council's remnants. He has declared a Primal Trial.