Primus #transformers Novels & Stories

he laughs, but his laugh is not warm or kind, it is the cold laugh of a person stuck in a situation so absurd and tragic there is nothing left to do but laugh or weep. “We need to get you to the other side of the gates before we lose the chance to close them,” Primus continues. “Who knows what type of surprises he has waiting if true war is to wage between us. I have a feeling he has a reason to feel confident in his success if he is risking this much. He is an arrogant drake, but he isn't stupid. He doesn't start fights unless he is certain he will win."

By the time they are ready to meet with me, I have prepared everything I need to send them on their little quest. When they reenter the room, both of them look like new people. Now that their secret is out in the open, they no longer feel the need to stick to their disguises. Primus comes into the room wearing something similar to what he might have worn in real life, a garment of leather and velvet that is both utilitarian but beautiful. He seems more confident dressed like this and my heart hurts to think of the Primus I once knew.

The goal of dying in peace rather than being cursed to follow evil biddings for the rest of their existence. They were the last of the Primes, an ancient blood of werewolves made to be a puppet of warring tribes. And Augustus vowed to protect his brothers no matter what. He had no time to waste now. He needed to think fast on how to break their curse and be human to find peace they had been seeking for what seemed an eternity now. Yet he knew it wouldn’t be easy. Nothing in their life was. Distraction would do him no good. Entering his room on the third floor, he pulled off his hoodie over his head, realizing something was in the front pocket. Reaching for it, he stared at an I.D., reading t

He seems to be saying something, trying to convince her to stop perhaps, but she isn’t listening, distracted as she is by his wild eyes and blistered face. The torch catches the afflicted’s arm, and it spreads. Before I can reach her side, Melis is also caught in the flame. Pulling on the earth, I do something I promised I would never do, not while in a city full of humans. I take my true form. No longer Leon, I am Primus, the lost king of Luxandra. The remaining afflicted flee as I step forward, calling on the earth beneath our feet to smother the flames. But it’s too late. The afflicted are all truly dead and Melis lies very still.

Standing before that altar was Primarch Valerius. His physical form was far more menacing than his holographic projection. He stood over seven feet tall, clad in layered robes of woven shadow-silk and heavy gold-and-platinum battle plate. His pale face was smooth and hairless, his eyes burning like hollow purple suns. Hovering behind him were twelve Praetorian void-guardians—constructs clad in towering, four-armed iron carapace armor, wielding massive dark-silver halberds that hummed with destabilizing force-waves.

"I think I'll go find him. Enjoy yourself tonight." I smiled at Nwabueze as Adam and I walked away. "Who was that?" I asked. "Nwabueze Oghojafor," Adam replied. "He's the Beta Superior over the African packs, based in Nigeria. His father, Orabueze, is the Alpha." I nodded. "He seemed nice." "He is," Adam said, waving at someone. "He and his father are very close allies of ours." "I thought Europe was your closest ally?" I asked, lowering my voice.

It was evident there was someone specifically targeting the Yefteros. The current situation was very unclear. The Primevals secretly ruled all the Central Plane’s major forces. After James reclaimed the Supremusseum, he sent letters of challenge to the Central Plane’s major forces. However, the Primevals behind these forces have not yet shown any signs of taking action. It seemed they were waiting for the Yefteros to make the first move.

And the hooded Prime Lord in the middle moved forward a little to speak to us. “Primes are a rare occurrence, a glitch in the system of time and space, and you boys are the second set of glitches in your reality. That is to say, amongst the trillions of life forms within your reality, you are both extremely unique, and that’s why you are here today.” Wow! Just wow, was all my mind could manage. “And who was in the first set?” I wondered to myself. “Oh! This one’s mind is quite active” said Adi, as I realized it could read it.

Then she spoke the word like a curse: “A Primarch.” Alexander froze. Lena felt sick. “What… what does that mean?” she whispered. Sable folded her arms. “The Primarch is the highest form of purge evolution—neither human nor weapon. A being of raw, unfiltered purge essence. They were myths. Warnings. No one thought a Primarch could manifest again.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. “And you wanted THIS?” Sable shook her head. “No. I wanted control.” Her eyes flicked to Elias.

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.