Raf Transformers: Prime Novels & Stories

Amanda Raul took me through the house and into the backyard. I craned my neck to stare up at him. "Where are we going?" "Well, if your power happens to be of the flamey sort, we don't want you burning down the place." Jesse interrupted while ruffling my hair. "What kind of powers are there?" Jesse looked at Raul over my head. "Tyler is the better one for all the lectures." Raul huffed. "I'm perfectly able to give explanations." he gave Jesse a cool glare before shifting his attention to me. "As you know, the Prime has power over fire, that we know of. It's possible he can extend himself further but that depends on him."

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

[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.

the other me said, her voice a chillingly perfect copy, stripped of all the fear and static that roughened mine. Before I could form a thought, let alone a word, Jeff was moving. He placed his body between the rifle and me, his hands raised in a placating gesture, but his stance was that of a cornered animal. “Stand down,” he commanded, his voice dropping into a register I’d never heard—a tone of absolute, unassailable authority. “That’s a direct order, Prime.” Prime. The word hung in the air, heavier than the weapon aimed at us. The woman—*Prime*—didn’t lower the rifle. “The asset is compromised, Sir. The risk is unacceptable. Protocol demands—”

The living embodiment of nightmare. They were the Primes, descendants of cursed werewolves. An ancient race, a fruit of sins and wars. Augustus Raganzo was the palest of the family. He had milky skin, eyes pensive, staring blanky but sharp. His silky black hair was longer on top and all seven of Raganzo brothers rocked an undercut style, making half the male population in the university copy their looks. He was the second eldest, the father figure of his siblings but the shortest. Although his height was just an inch shy from his brother's 6-feet towering stand.

A new voice, deeper, colder than any we’d heard before, came up the stairwell. “Primary Alpha target detected. Termination protocol authorized.” Then it stepped into view. One single enhanced wolf. But this one was different. It was taller, looked heavier, and carried a lot of scars on its body like it had survived a hundred battles. But I was pretty sure that those scars were just design protocol. No way this thing had been fighting for that long. Its golden eyes burned almost white. It looked straight at me and smiled with too many teeth. “Hello, Kade. I am Unit Prime. And I was created to kill you.”

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

In the private hospital suite, the doctor had already finished treating Clayton's injuries. I sat at the bedside, watching the peaceful curve of his sleeping face, and finally let myself breathe again. Just then, there was a soft knock on the door. I opened it. Ethan stood alone in the doorway with his head lowered. The confidence he once carried was completely gone. "Laurel…" he rasped. "Can we… talk?" I glanced back at the sleeping Clayton, then stepped outside and closed the door behind me.

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