Sky Lynx Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

Growling, I pounced at him and knocked him to the ground before changing back to my human form. Perks of being a Lycan, you don’t have to worry about your clothes getting ripped and when you shift back; you are fully clothed. It shocked him to see me fully clothed, probably not aware that Lycan’s have this ability. I placed my foot on his chest and pushed him to the ground again.

"Nothing to worry about." "Ok..." Aria breathed in relief then gasped in disbelief as Prime Johansson suddenly burst into flames that raged out getting bigger and bigger then gutted out to reveal a might red dragon, that stretched its wings and beat the air, lifting off with great effort into the sky and letting out a mighty roar. "Bloody hell!" Kahlia exclaimed. "It never gets any less amazing to witness." Abram said, folding his arms with a proud smile. Next was Prime Evans who transformed with a tornado of inky blackness to reveal a huge black dragon that pierced the night with its sub-sonic screech as it lifted into the air and joined the fire dragon in its hovering.

I commanded through the link, my voice a vibrant, desperate melody. Five-year-old Lyra trotted forward in her crystalline Prism Wolf form. She didn't look afraid of the ethereal giants or the humming forest. She sat beside Elena and began to glow with a brilliant, iridescent light. This was the "Prism Translation" on a biological level. Lyra’s crystalline coat began to refract the high-frequency air, stepping it down into a wavelength that Elena’s lungs could actually process.

They move with a slow, predatory grace that makes my stomach flip. Alpha Prime leads them. He is the largest, a wall of scarred muscle with eyes that glow a dark, hungry gold. He doesn't wear a shirt, and the heat radiating off his chest is like a furnace. Behind him are the Twins, Silas and Kael. They are identical, massive, and move in total sync, their heavy boots thudding against the floor at the exact same time. Trailing behind is the Feral. He is the youngest, and his eyes are wide and wild. He looks sick with lust, his chest heaving as he catches the scent of my heat.

Bree and Dax are flanking me, protecting their Alpha and Raul knew to make that swap with Bree without even being asked. We all come to—what would be, if we were cars—a screeching halt, when we arrive at the spot where Tasha is standing with two of our pack’s warriors, Conan and Theo. Off in the distance, I can see Channing with two more warriors, Blake and Serafina. When we first arrive, all of us are in wolf form because we can communicate with each other in the mind link. That is, until I hear Phelan, Raul’s wolf chuff behind me and then nudge my side to remind me that since he’s not a member of the Crimson Snow Pack, he doesn’t have a mind link to us. I quickly shift into my human form a

"This is what they've been hyping us about? He's so scrawny!" The insectoid Prime Chimera flew towards Len and studied him up and down. Len was highly alarmed by the monster's blade - like arms that flailed around him. The loud buzzing of the insectoid's wings hurt his ears and from up close, Lars could identify that this Prime Chimera was derived from orchid mantis based on its pink colorations. "Hymeno, you absolute moron. We all look like that at some point," Axylia said. "Surely not as pathetic - looking as this one. Look at him!"

He looked shocked. Lyne was walking on all fours and it felt painful at first but with each step, she took she began to feel powerful. "My name is Lyne and I am the Luna, daughter of Tara and Styx, Alpha of the only powerful Wolf clan. Partner to the King Zeidan. Leave this territory or we will surely do this the hard way." The Werecats were terrified of Wolves and their Alpha, the almighty Styx. This white powerful Wolf is his daughter. They scurried away and Zeidan looked at her eyes widened.

“How…?” I rose slowly, my arms still protectively around Raphael, my red eyes locking on the Overlord. The power still surged through me, stronger than before, darker and more furious. I could feel the change in my body—the primal energy of the Lycan coursing through my veins. I turned, facing the Alphas, Gammas, and Deltas who stared at me in stunned silence. I pulled my sword from its scabbard, raising it high as I supported Raphael, with Lance holding him on the other side.

"Ready to show them the North doesn't forget, Elena?" I looked at the station, then at the man who had once broken my heart, and finally at the children who had mended it. The "wolfless" girl was a ghost; the doctor was a memory. I was the Argentum Prime, the White Lycan of the Stars. "Lock the Holy Fire batteries," I commanded, my voice echoing through the ship like a tolling bell. "Ace, prep the point-defense. Leo, keep those shields at peak frequency. Luna... find us a way in."