Primus #transformers Novels & Stories

Elsa said. "I don't think that's gonna happen." They heard a voice and turned. There was Primus standing far away. "Who are you?" Elsa asked. "I guess your alpha didn't tell you about me." He Said. "Your Primus, the elder vampire." Elsa guessed. "Correct lady and if you would hand the witch and no one has to die." Primus said. "Get into the car Kate." Elsa said. Kate hurried into the car and started the ignition. "three wolves one witches couldn't take me down, you can do better you know, we all know what happens to a lone wolf." Primus said.

Through the break stepped a figure that made every instinct scream "run." It looked human at first glance. Male, tall, dressed in armor that seemed to be made of compressed starlight. But its eyes... its eyes were voids. Empty spaces in reality that hurt to perceive. "Phoenix," it said, voice like grinding stone. "Storm. Merged." It tilted its head, studying us with those terrible non-eyes. "Impossible. Forbidden. The mixing of primordial forces." "Who are you?" Derek demanded, pulling me behind him. "I am Hunter Prime. First of the First. Keeper of the Old Laws." It took a step forward, and reality rippled around it. "You have committed the ultimate violation. Phoenix and Storm were never m

—the memory of the First World’s destruction—was being targeted by a massive Eraser-Behemoth. "You hated me," the Prime’s voice echoed in her head. "And you were right to. I gave you order when you needed chaos. I gave you a cage when you needed a world. But I also gave you... Resistance. Without me, you would never have become the Feral Six." The Prime-Packet ignited. It wasn't a puck; it was a Sphere of Pure Truth. Elara struck it. She didn't shoot for a goal. She shot the packet directly into the heart of the Architect-Prime.

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

“How can you say so? Have you already seen one?” “You still have a lot to learn, Migi.” He smiled a little widely, ruffling her hair. “They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.”

Wilmot POV That little shit. Neriah dragged Jemisha, Regina, and me through the mud in front of the camera. I can’t get a hold of the producer to ask him not to include that footage. I’m going there first thing on Monday and demanding to speak with him. Jemisha shifted, and she has a weak brown wolf. She is not an Alpha, so that she wouldn’t have a strong wolf. She takes after her mother. Regina’s wolf isn’t strong either.

Marcus controlled Shadow's End soldiers with military precision that came from years of brutal training. It was the largest army ever assembled under Prima's leadership and thousands stood ready to fight. But every strategy session ended with the same question hanging in the air and would it be enough? The Council had hybrids created from Prima blood and soldiers enhanced beyond natural limits. They had crushed rebellions for centuries and knew every trick desperate lycans might try. During one late-night session, Skylar dropped a bomb that made my heart stop. "I want to challenge Cassius directly," she said.

Travian stepped forward. Rain, ash, and divine fire slid off his skin as his spear materialized — born of his will, forged in the first dawn. The glow that emanated from it was faint but unyielding, the same glow that had once parted galaxies. “If you’ve come to destroy him,” he said, his voice low but carrying the gravity of thunder, “you’ll have to go through me.” The Primarch tilted its vast, shifting head — a crown of stars framing a face that had no shape and yet every shape.

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”