Primus Transformers: Prime Novels & Stories

I am being used by three Alphas at once while the fourth, Prime, stands over us and watches. Prime reaches down and starts to mark my chest with his teeth. He is biting my collarbone, his teeth scraping the bone, leaving deep, purple marks. He is claiming the skin that the others aren't touching. There is not a single inch of my body that isn't being used, bitten, or held.

"Alpha Damien of Ironfang. Luna Aria. And the child Elena. We have come to speak with you about matters that concern the future of all Primes. We request formal parley under traditional law. We will not attack during negotiation if you grant us the same courtesy." "We accept parley," Damien called back. "Enter the lodge. Ten guards maximum. Your wolves stay outside." "Acceptable." They entered the lodge with exactly ten guards, no more. The three Primes moved with calm confidence into our war room and positioned themselves across from where we stood with Elena between us. Up close they were even more intimidating. The power radiating from them was palpable. Elena had power too but hers was s

Turning my head to the path before me, I try not to watch the stranger I’ve become reflected beside me as I walk to meet my fate. My steps echo through the room, the sound of my dress as the beads brush across the floor punctuating my movement. At the far end of the grand table Primus is waiting for me, looking every inch the dragon prince. Standing next to his throne-like chair he is dressed in his finest velvet tunic, his hair neatly swept back to showcase a simple band of gold around his head just beneath above his horns, braided into place and then tied at the end with a satin ribbon of deepest emerald. Usually hidden, his wings are visible, no longer transformed into their usual cloak,

"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

"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.

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.

frequency into it. ​"You’re just a recording," Leo growled, his eyes burning orange. "And I’m the one who’s deleting the file." ​The silver circuits in Leo’s arm flared white. The feedback traveled into the Prime, causing its skin to pixelate and tear. The "Clean" DNA inside the Prime began to boil, the biological and digital components of the construct fighting each other. With a final, massive surge of energy, Leo threw the Prime into the carrier’s intake manifold.

“Of course not, Mommy! They'll eat us!” I chuckled as I ruffled his hair. “Okay, okay. I understand. There's no T-Rex in the house. Just your T-Rex dolls on your bed right now.” I looked down at the book, continuing to read the adventure story of a little boy exploring the jungle. “Mommy, in Transformers... Optimus Prime can turn into a truck, right?” I stopped reading, looking at him confused. “Max, we're reading a dinosaur story. Why Optimus Prime all of a sudden?”