Sierra Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

Sierra. Prison. The words didn’t feel real. Chloe’s hand rested gently on my shoulder. “You’ve been quiet,” she said softly. “What’s wrong?” I forced a smile. “Just work.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re lying.” I sighed. Of course she knew. “It’s Sierra,” I admitted. “She’s in prison.” Her hand fell. “Prison?” I nodded. “She’s been living a double life. She’s a jewel thief.” Shock flickered across her face.

“You’re right. I’m just the powerless girl sitting here, humming songs while the world burns. Do carry on.” Sierra's mom turned to her again, gripping her shoulders tightly. “Please, baby. Just this once. Trust me. If there’s even a chance she can help us, we have to take it.” “She’s going to ruin everything,” Sierra said, her voice quieter now, almost like she was breaking. “If I give her back her powers… there’s no going back.” I watched her. Her lips trembled a little. Her shoulders sagged. The weight was too heavy.

She screamed in pain as her ribs were fractured. Sierra grabbed her katana with both of her hands. Her eyes glowed brightly with green light and the katana in her hands started burning with the green flames. "Sinners like you belong to hell only. There is no angel who would want to save people like you." Sierra yelled at Alford as she ran towards him. She turned 360° and the katana created the ring of green fire. Using the green flames, Sierra decapitated Alford's head. Then she stabbed the katana right in the middle of his chest. As the green flames reached his heart, his body was set on the fire of hell. Sierra grabbed the bottle she had with her and captured his soul in the bottle. As Alf

the Primal voice inside me roared. Pain exploded between my shoulder blades—a searing, tearing heat that made me scream into the wind. But the scream wasn't one of agony; it was a battle cry. From my back, two massive structures erupted. They weren't feathered like a bird’s or leathery like a bat’s. They were wings made of obsidian thorns and shimmering violet light. Every "feather" was a razor-sharp leaf forged from Malachi’s shadows and my own life force.

Biting down harder, I felt them hit bone. Using her weight, she fell over on top of him. He let go as our weight pushed against his lungs, and on the floor. A final crack made us sink in the floor. The carpet held strong. Making eye contact with Jasper, he shook his head no as Sierra used her claw and cut the carpet. Instantly making them both fall through the floor. As her head passed, the door burst open and our warriors came in shooting their guns. Sierra landed on Alpha Rip, crushing her fall. Instantly jumping up, she was expecting him to come after her again. However, there was a single wooden shrapnel sticking out of his neck. Shaking, he transformed back into Alpha Rip’s human form.

I whisper. "No, you don’t know anything about it." Roman stared at me coldly. "She was the first successful prototype." The room goes silent. "You mean…" I glare at him, my throat dry. "Sierra isn't even real?" "She's a prototype. Made from ashes. Programmed to hate. Trained to survive." Pandora curses silently. "And now she's trying to do what they didn't finish." "But why me?" I insist. "Why keep copying me?"

the vibration of an enormous presence asserting itself in a space Sierra occupied, arriving through their connection as pressure and warmth and immediate certainty. The bond went fully quiet. Not the silence that had followed Paige's attack on the road. A different quiet. The quiet of a space where something immense was speaking and every other signal had the sense to wait. Then Sierra's voice came through the bond. Present. Changed. Carrying the unmistakable weight of having stood in the presence of something significant enough to alter her from within. She was alive. She was coming back. Ryder released Paige's throat and stood, his claws retracting with deliberate control rather than refle

"Lower the blade." "Zora, you can't trust this corporate rat," Kemi hissed, her fingers wrapping tighter around the hilt of her scrap-knife. "The moment his diagnostic ports reconnect to a functional mid-tier bridge, he’ll transmit the baby's biometric coordinates to every private security firm on the Mainland. He’ll sell her signature for a seat on the new board before the transformers even spark."

In the Estate Gardens, about Four Years Later... The most feared creature in all of the Western Seaboard, the Alpha Prime of the Shadow Sovereigns, the King of Wolves, was now currently pinned to the grass, defeated. "Surrender now!" a high pitched voice squeaked. "Never, I do not surrender. " Alex growled playfully, though he made no effort to move his massive arms, which were currently being held down by two forty pound terrors. "Attack!" the second voice commanded.

There was no way out of this situation and Colton was going to lose something no matter what. “Fuck!” X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ SIERRA ~ Sierra was quiet as a mouse on the car ride back home. Normally, she’d try making small talk with Pierre even though he was uninterested, but this time, she was dead silent, holding onto a rolled up toilet paper in her hand.