Primus Transformers: Prime Novels & Stories

It sat squarely in the center of the irradiated deserts of the North American continent. "And the capital," Kara whispered. "Sector Prime, USA Wastes. This is where the distress beacon was ultimately routed. It is the Global Command Hub. It houses the Prime Administrator—the master AI that controls the localized Admins. If the regional Admins are regional managers, the Prime Admin is the CEO. And we just burned down one of its branch offices." Ren stared at the four pulsing red dots. The sheer scale of the enemy was paralyzing. "They know we're here," Ren said, his tactical mind overriding the exhaustion that threatened to pull him under. "How long until they mobilize a retaliation fleet?"

A heavy leather mask covered the lower half of his face, stifling his roars. But it was his body that drew every eye in the room. He was massive. The serum had hypertrophied his muscles until he looked like a sculpture of pure power. And he was erect. They had kept him drugged. They had kept him aroused. His erection was thick and angry, pressing against his stomach, leaking pre-cum onto his gray skin. A murmur of appreciation went through the crowd. "Item Number One," the Woman in White announced. "The Alpha Prime. Genetically modified for endless stamina, total obedience, and superior breeding genetics."

Waiting until there were no witnesses. With slow, careful movements, Clarissa turned the handle and opened the door. Light from the corridor spilled in slightly, falling across the bed where Junior slept curled up. A Transformers robot toy was clutched tightly to his chest. Optimus Prime. A gift from Alina for Junior's third birthday. Clarissa knew this because she'd heard the story countless times. From Margaret. From the staff. Even from Junior himself when the boy was still comfortable enough to talk to her. "Mama Alina said Optimus is strong like Junior. So Junior has to take care of him."

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.

I recalled his sweet words, his embraces, and his promises… Memory after memory drifted through my mind, but none stirred anything in me. Compared to his "Priority above everything" for Vivian, they felt like a joke. When the first trace of sunlight broke through the clouds, I dialed his number one last time. This time, his phone was turned off. I stared at the screen and scheduled a timed email to be sent to him. Inside, I attached three things. First, a photo of the hospital order stating, "Prioritize treatment for Vivian."

“I’m sure you can rebuild him eventually. “If he were mated politically, like you, maybe,” the technician continues to prepare the machine, ordering me to remove my pants, which I do by simply absorbing them into my body. “But Prince Primus is mated to his true mate. That is an eternal bond. I strongly recommend that you do not ask me to force him to complete this…task, physically, Your Grace. Not unless you want his mind to snap and have him kill us all in a blind, merciless rage.”

But his eyes weren't gold; they were a flat, glowing violet, and his skin was covered in a mesh of integrated circuitry. "Subject 000-Prime," the man spoke, his voice a perfect, soulless mimicry of Caleb’s own. "The father of your line. You are merely a copy of a copy, 001. A weapon that developed a soul. A flaw that must be erased." The Prime pulled a blade of solid Void-energy from his wrist. Caleb stepped forward, the silver in his eyes burning with a fire that no machine could replicate. "A flaw?" Caleb smirked, his claws extending. "That 'flaw' is the only thing that's going to survive this conversation."

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

—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.