Sky Lynx Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

She was now Marcia, soon to be Luna of the Blue Moon Pack, lycan princess, and the white lycan. As she stared, she felt Athena in her mind. She was not speaking, but she was pushing forward to see out of their eyes and comfort her confused human, which caused her eyes to begin shifting color in the mirror. It reminded her that she did not need to face these changes alone; she would never be alone again.

"Malachi, it feels like I’m breaking again." "You are," he said, his silver eyes dark with a hunger he could no longer hide. He stepped into the pool with me, the water swirling around his waist. "The Primal power is a balance of Earth and Sky. You have the Earth, Elara. You have the raw, wild growth. But you lack the Sky. You lack the anchor." "How... how do I get it?"

"My name is Lyn. I'm the one you called for help. I'm a werewitch like you. These people with me are pack members from Zade's territory. We came to find you. We came to help rescue Samuel and Silvia. Please, stop attacking and let us help you." For a moment, nothing changed. Shawn's hands remained raised, energy crackling around his fingers, his expression wild with fear and adrenaline. Then, slowly, the glow began to fade. His hands lowered fractionally. His breathing, which had been rapid and panicked, started to slow. And his eyes—wide and terrified—focused on Lyn through the SUV's window. "Lyn?" His voice was hoarse, barely carrying across the distance. "Is it really you?" "It's really m

Malakor staggered in the mental plane, his titan-form cracking as the vibrant, messy reality of the Chord shattered his rigid, grey logic. On the physical plane, Xander saw Malakor’s concentration waver. The Alpha knew this was the only window they would get. He didn't just shift; he Inverted. The golden light within him - the Alpha-Prime energy - erupted from his pores, turning his fur into spun sunlight. He didn't grow larger; he grew denser, his presence so heavy it began to crack the obsidian spire beneath his claws. This was the Golden Lycan, the apex predator of the Aetheric age.

Amelia sneered. And as soon as the words came out of her mouth, the lycan was thrown back. It landed in such a way that it wasn’t able to stand up immediately. Amelia then stood up and she started to transform into her protector form. “Oh my goodness, she’s a protector,” the lycans who were watching the fight exclaimed as soon as she was done with her transformation. The lycan finally regained its balance and it charged for Amelia. She lifted up her hand and white thread came out of nowhere and held the lycan up in the air.

Celestine answered in a matter-of-fact tone. “But that’s impossible. I know Alpha Primo’s capability. No one, can kill him. He’s untameble whenever his wolf is triggered.” I uttered. I still remember that night when he’s planning to mark me, I can’t recognize him anymore. He’s not the Primo that I fell in love with. “Well, Alpha Priam doesn’t have to scarlet eyes for nothing, Chandria.” That made me look at her. “Those eyes carry an ability that none of us could ever imagine.”

“Jenny get her in the car she doesn’t know he’s here to get her,” Jenny grabs my arm and pulls me toward the car and I jerk my arm free. “Jenny, I'm sorry. But I can’t go with you,” Jenny frowns and her lips part as the driver steps out and walks to the rear door. “Lily, the Lycan Prince is here. He’s come to take you..” “Home,” I cut her off and her frown deepens. “Home? Did you just say home, As in his home?” She asked and I nodded.

I budged but it didn't do anything. "You are not going there without a plan. We don't even know what she looks like." He said. He does have a point, going there without a plan is suicide. "You don't need to do this." The young boy said. "Kid, the princess of the clan is as important as an elder. The princess keeps the balance of each clan, you guys need her." Zale explained. Zale is smart, good-looking, a little bit innocent, and is kind. Thank goodness he is like this because I have no patience to explain these kinds of things. He is also explaining to the children that I am in a bad mood because of the story they told us. "Anyways, do you kids know what she looks like? Or what her name is?

How did they know we'd be here? *Lynn!* Vincent called through the link. *What do we do? They keep coming! This is not a normal attack.* Lynn groaned. *I don't kno-* Claws dug into Lynn's arms, and the wolf bore its fangs into her neck. "LYNN!" Vincent yelled when Lynn let out a scream. He ran to help her, but let out a pained howl when he was stabbed from behind with silver. He turned around and ripped the Werewolf's head off.

Her breath hitched. Lucas and Ruth's three friends lunged at Lyn and started beating her. Lyn tried her best to retaliate, but her limited strength didn't make it easy for her. They kicked, slapped and punched her. Someone ripped her arm off with a claw. Lyn was already bleeding when Lucas told his three friends to stop. Lucas turned half of his arm into a wolf shape, approached Lyn and smiled evilly. “Your destiny is to die, Lynexia.” Lucas moved quickly swinging his wolf arm, intending to reach into Lyn's heart, but his movement stopped just as his claws had just penetrated Lyn's chest a few centimeters.