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.

_______________________ It has stopped raining. ‘This is it! We are about to begin a new journey with the creatures we have never met. We are going to step out of this fake identity to step into another—only this time, the identity isn’t fictional but real and influential. It will give us all we deserve and denied.’ Sierra whispers in a bossy voice. Her eyes are focused ahead at infinity. Her brain changes gears. She is thinking. ‘I think it is far too dangerous. Beside the Admins. We may be doomed anytime. One wrong more and we will be—’

"I can do this, Mom. I just need to do it quickly before my strength runs out." The second Prime was easier. A woman named Nyx—the same one who had come with Cassandra to Ironfang months ago. She put up more of a fight than Marcus had. Actually tried to counter-command Elena. It did not work. Elena's command was stronger. Faster. More precise. Nyx left without finishing the confrontation. Retreated rather than continue fighting a battle she was losing. Two down. Ten remaining. The third engagement was harder. The Prime we targeted—one of the hidden six named Sienna—did not come alone. She had positioned guards who attacked the moment Elena tried to engage.

[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.

Ang Sierra Madre ay naging isang dambuhalang lunsaran. Sa gitna ng kagubatan, isang dambuhalang istraktura ang umusbong mula sa mga labi ng White Obelisk at ng Phoenix Sentinel. Ito ang NEA Ark-1: Ang "Kalasag". Hindi ito mukhang tradisyunal na rocket; ito ay isang hugis-krus na barko na binalot ng puting kristal at pinapatakbo ng Icarus Engine—isang makinang pinagsama ang teknolohiya ni Liam at ang enerhiyang nakuha mula sa Singularity Core ng mga Precursors.