Sentinel Prime Transformers Animated Novels & Stories

He sliced through the shadow-hand, but it just reformed, multiplying into a dozen translucent figures—the Prime-Sentinels. They were reflections of us. A shadow-Félix, a shadow-Magnus, a shadow-Runa. They moved with a terrifying, liquid grace, their eyes two pits of cold, indigo hunger. "DEFEND THE ANCHOR!" Valerius II roared, leading his iron-shifters into the fray.

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.

"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

"It bypasses the Academy’s jammers. If the Sentinels so much as sneeze, you press that button. I’ll be back within the hour by private jet if necessary." The warriors of Chaos Valley stood in formation, a sea of disciplined, powerful shifters who owed their lives and their dignity to the Silver crest. I looked at them—my real family—and felt a swell of pride. I wasn't the girl who had been kicked out of Sandwell. I was the Alpha who had built a nation. The morning of the term’s start, the Twin Sentinels were bathed in a golden sunrise. The hum of the helicopter’s blades echoed through the valley as we boarded.

"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

into the Prime’s veins, turning the grey, hollow shell into a vibrant, living "Conduit." ​The Migration Begins ​The Architect-Prime’s mouth opened, and a sound erupted that wasn't a voice. It was a "Siren" that echoed through the minds of every person on Earth. ​"THE DOOR IS OPEN." ​Across Neo-Tokyo, the Alphas didn't run. They "Closed their eyes." They trusted the Vane-Link.

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

She looked small, a scrap of a girl in a stained medic’s jacket, standing amidst the ruins of the most advanced security system in Eldergloom. "The girl speaks of souls while her hands are covered in the grease of a sewer," the Sentinel replied, his voice a mechanical drone that lacked any human cadence. He stood seven feet tall, his armor a polished, seamless silver that reflected the swirling sapphire twilight above. He stepped over the smoldering remains of his comrade, his heavy boots making a hollow, terrifying sound on the polished stone. "You have opened a door that only leads to your grave. Did you think a hammer could stop the Queen’s design?"

a tool used for dismantling dead starships. Behind him, dozens of "Dormants"—the prisoners Elena thought she had turned into batteries—burst from their glass tubes. They were thin, their ribs showing through their translucent skin, but their eyes were burning with a hunger that no Council ration could satisfy. They swarmed the Sentinels, using their bare hands to tear at the dark-matter plates, biting, clawing, and dragging the monsters into the dirt. In the chaos, I crawled toward the control panel. My fingers were charred, the skin peeling back to reveal the shimmering "Obsidian-Gold" underneath. I slammed my fist into the manual release.

Every motion the prime sentinel attempted was anticipated, countered subtly, and guided into positions that emphasized her dominance. She exhaled calmly, letting the rhythm of the Pulse resonate fully through the clearing. The sentinels faltered, broken by anticipation, control, and subtle manipulation. The prime sentinel recognized the inevitable. Silver eyes locked on hers, he measured the extent of her mastery. He understood that he could challenge, he could push, he could test, but she controlled the engagement completely.