Primus Transformers: Prime Novels & Stories

"There have always been multiple Primes. Not many. Maybe five or six alive in the world at any given time. But they exist. They live quietly. They do not announce themselves. And when a new Prime is born who might threaten the balance they have established, they eliminate that threat." "You are saying there are other Primes out there right now," I said slowly. "And they might come after Elena." "I am saying they are definitely coming after Elena. She has been too visible. Too active. Too powerful too young. She has drawn attention from the very beings who have the most to lose if she continues developing unchecked." Vera looked at Elena who had come into the war room despite instructions to

[Carnelia] The first time we flew together, I was terrified, screaming, and tied to a cart. The last time we flew together, we were falling, both of us injured and broken when we reached the bottom. This time we are soaring. Primus is in his usual form, a creature somewhere in between a drake and a man, holding me tightly against his chest. We are gliding on the wind as his wings hold us both aloft as we head away from Crimson and head down the coast. Whatever fear I might have felt at flying has completely disappeared as the sound of his wings and the beating of his heart so close to my own brings me peace.

The principle of things ending granted awareness. When it spoke, the words formed directly in whatever passed for my mind. “Guardian. You survive where others have not. Impressive.” “You’re the Prime.” My response wasn’t words either, just intention shaped into communication. “I am the anchor. The source from which fragments manifest. The Void’s consciousness made manifest in your reality.” The Prime studied me… not with eyes, but with attention that felt like being evaluated at a level. “You should not be here.” “The artifact protects me.”

"Ghost, he's a genius! The massive tungsten-carbide injection capsules at the base of the drills! They're designed to withstand absolute thermal and kinetic crushing pressure!" I pulled up the schematics for the Prime Forges. "They're cylindrical. Fifty feet long, heavily armored, with no windows. They run on a closed-loop internal life-support system. It's basically a giant, pressurized iron coffin." "Can you put an engine on it?" Dax asked.

"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

Broken limbs and arms on the ground were bathed in the blood. Yalans, the violet-haired, silver-eyed First Elder, and Achilles, the War God. Achilles were followed by a group of golden-armored men. All of the members of the Ice Soul Clan were behind the Ice Soul, all of whom looked as cold as real ice. Even if being far away from them, Jason could feel the coldness on them.

The two projectiles lodge themselves onto each wrist as Ursa drops her shining net over her Uncle’s head. The scent of burning flesh hits the air as Primus screams in agony, the silvery net shining bright blue with the glow of the starfire crystals. A silver collar and two silver cuffs appear where the projectiles pierced Primus’ flesh. A terrible roar shakes itself free from Primus’ throat as his body begins to shrink, the cuffs adjusting in size with him as it zaps him repeatedly with bright blue flashes of contained lightning. I roar along with him, my arms outstretched helplessly as Primus’s wings wrap around his body as a useless shield.

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.

[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.