Primus Transformers: Prime Novels & Stories

"Who were they?" Jahnier's eyes rip open like seeing the light for the first time. That young throat of his propels a scared and tortured yelp of submission and confusion. Those worried eyes look around the stony classroom and he finally notices where he is. The Elder Prime looks at the boy for a moment then narrows his eyes upon his sleeve. With the back of his hand facing the podium, he uses the free appendage to tussle down the robe's length. He gazes at the multiple diamonds that are etched into his skin. Some of the markings glow with that purple mystical energy while others are hollowed out. However, among a row on his wrist, one of the hollowed-out diamonds begins to fill and glow lik

“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.”

She said. Primus grabbed her neck and hits her on the ground. "You know no shit about us." He roared. "You want my powers... Do it? Kill me and take it but you'll never have peace you know, you'll only multiply your enemies." She shouted. She slowly let go of her as they heard incoming footsteps. "Your motivatl speech isn't gonna save you next time Elsa." Primus said and vanished with full speed. Sharon and the rest of the team emerged from the woods.

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

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

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

I said after a minute. He didn’t look back. “I didn’t say I was.” “Most people would be.” “Most people don’t manage containment protocols for unstable elemental signatures.” “Wow,” I muttered. “You really know how to charm a girl.” I murmured aloud sarcastically He stopped walking so abruptly I nearly walked straight into his back. When he turned, his expression was still perfectly controlled, but something in his gaze sharpened. “You are a Prime,” he said. “Your power profile includes atmospheric manipulation, tectonic disturbance, hydromantic displacement, and fire resonance.”

All crying out simultaneously. "NO! THIS IS NOT—I WILL NOT—" Prime's voice fragments into thousands. The form collapses. Essences scatter. Each one a dead dragon, finally free. When the light fades, nothing remains of Prime except a small crystallized core. The original essence. Ancient. Tiny. Powerless. Jamie picks it up carefully. "Is this what you really are? Without all the stolen power? Just... this?" The crystal pulses weakly. No voice. No threat. Just residual consciousness.

I held and consoled her in my arms as she wept. After a couple minutes, I was able to cheer her up, and we moved on to the dining table where we had breakfast. "Where are the rest of your shapeshifters?" Laura asked, after we were done eating. "They've all transformed completely and are roaming the woods right now. They all prefer to be in their primal form, and so do I" I replied.

Ford asked, straightening. She nodded, reading through the text. Then paused, her finger stopping on a specific paragraph. "Listen to this. 'A true Prime child cannot be hidden by a weak vessel. The mother of a Prime will temporarily exhibit abnormal physical strength, one enough to counter a standard Alpha in order to protect the lineage before the child’s first shift." The words hit the silent vault like a thunderclap. Ford froze entirely, his breath stopped in his throat as his face turned an ashen, bloodless white.