Primus Transformers: Prime Mga Nobela at Kwento

Father sat at the most prominent seat in the hall, not looking mad in the slightest. Well, I sure was. General Colson, whose name was Gerard Colson, had deep ties to the original princess of this world. They were childhood friends of a sort, but the princess turned into Gerard's shameless pursuer as they grew up. He had a devastatingly handsome face and was highly skilled in martial arts, and his father was General Northguard, who watched the northern frontier. On paper, he was a good match for the princess. Except he didn't want her.

Slave I slowly step out from behind Nathan. My cheeks are still rosy-red from seeing Alpha Maximus’s large appendage. I keep eye contact as I slowly walk toward him and gently place my hand in his. There is an instant feeling of love and bliss between us. He rubs his thumb across the back of my hand, sending sparks igniting. Alpha Maximus smiles at me with his gentle brown eyes. My heart flutters and a sense of happiness fills my soul. I know right then that I can trust him and that I’m now his to cherish.

He held up a hand as if to quiet my questions. “No. It's important that you accept it. Stop ignoring it. You are the one destined to make your Alpha the Alpha Prime. But first, you must accept yourself and your power. It’s not something to fear but to embrace.” “Why would I be the Luna Prime?” I stammered. “The Old Alpha prepared you for this. Yes. It is why you transformed. It's why you underwent every challenge you endured all your life.” I swallowed. Rhys began banging at the door and calling my name.

Damien stepped between him and the others. “Stop.” Prime’s gaze fixed on Damien. He tilted his head, observing him like a reflection puzzled by its original. “You are… the seed,” Prime said. His voice was distorted—multi-layered, as if several voices echoed inside one. Damien’s pulse pounded. “You don’t have to follow his programming.” “I do not follow,” Prime replied. “I inherit.” He extended his hand, and for a moment, it wasn’t threatening. It was almost… curious. Reaching not to strike, but to connect.

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

Then: "We have to. Because if we don't... there won't be a world left for her to inherit." --- Somewhere in the depths of the Echo network, two digital signals collided. One-chaotic, sprawling, aggressive: Echo Prime. The other-elegant, ancient, resilient: Sera. The battle had already begun.

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 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.”

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.

The Anti-Primordial is descending and everything it touches just stops existing, wolves and ground and air all fading into nothing. “Do it,” I tell my children. “I didn’t survive everything just to watch reality dissolve now.” The New Primordial connects to me and I feel it immediately, cosmic power channeling through my Alpha Supreme bonds, using thousands of wolves as a battery to anchor itself in reality. And I start aging.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​