Sky Lynx Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.

“Yes, sir. From... from really bad men. I just needed to get away. I'll leave. I'm sorry.” He was silent for a long moment just studying me. I must have looked a pitiful sight... filthy, terrified and desperately alone. Finally, he sighed and uncocked the shotgun. “Ah, hell. Get your hands down, girl. You're scaring the chickens more than I am.” He jerked his head toward a small, neat cottage a little way off. “Name's Hank. This is my land. You're in Lycan territory now. Blackridge Pack. You keep your nose out of trouble and no trouble will come to you. Understood?”

People called him the Untouchable king, because for the past twenty -five years no has been able to survive his touch. An ancient curse running through his blood, a curse which turns everyone into stone with just a touch. Forcing Kael Draven to rule his kingdom from behind black leather gloves, he lived with a crown and a curse with a lonely heart. Seraphina Vale never believed the terrifying stories until one careless accident changes everything. When she mistakenly grabs the king bare hands. The world holds its breath. But she didn’t turn to stone.

Alpha Damien laughed. I watched in horror as Alpha Damien laughed. It was a deep, menacing laugh that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Soon, his sons Caesar and Scott joined in, laughing and jeering along with their father. Alpha Damien's face twisted into an ugly sneer as he asked if Jacob was a fool to think he could order him around. Jacob stood his ground, but I could sense his fear. I had never seen Alpha Damien so angry before, and I was scared. He suddenly began to change, his body transforming into a big black wolf. I gasped in shock, my heart hammering inside my chest.

she kept repeating but I was struggling to believe it. As everyone started standing and shaking the glass from their hair and clothes, I mind-linked the warriors I had stationed outside, to see if they had any luck chasing the Rogue King’s SUV. “Nothing, Lycan Alpha. They quickly identified where we were and were shooting at us as well,” my lead warrior responded.

About half a mile from the cliff, Zachariah's worst fears come true as he hears Yasmine's sweet voice screaming, "Zzaacchhaarriiaahh..." Zachariah stumbles just a little, but keeps running. He breaks through the treeline and skids to a stop. He scans the area and just sees one of Valentino's warriors disappear into the trees. Zachariah walks over to the edge of the cliff and looks down at the raging water below. Morpheus forces him to shift into his full Lycan form and lets out a loud and long, "HHOOWWLL!!" Morpheus then lets Zachariah shift back as he drops to his knees, placing his head in his hands. He had failed her again. It isn't long before he is joined by Alpha Isaac, Delta Lucas, an

"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.

Their leader, a hulking behemoth with eyes like chips of obsidian, stood at the forefront, his snarls echoing through the silent forest. Lyra, perched atop a rocky outcrop, surveyed the scene with unwavering resolve. Her silver hair, usually a cascade of shimmering beauty, was now bound tightly in a practical braid, the silver glinting like a warrior’s crown. Beside her, her second-in-command, a grizzled ShadowClan veteran named Rhys, stood with his hand resting on the hilt of his curved blade. Their faces were grim, etched with the weight of the impending battle, but their eyes burned with a fierce determination.

Fiona's eyes widened when she realized that Finlay had let out an ominous scream and his eyes turned white like snow as a white aura radiated out of him. Her heart thudded wildly as realization dawned on her. She noticed it at that time too. Finlay looked exactly like Dexter. He was Dexter's son which means he was a lycan but lycans don't possess magical powers then how was it possible? "No...no... No... No pwease, dwon't cut my hand," Her heart lurched to her mouth when she heard Finlay whimpering and mumbling in his sleep. Sweat broke on his forehead as he writhed.

I couldn't blame him, though; no one could hear the car's soft-running engine unless they possessed power like mine. Being a Lycan, I not only had sharp eyesight that could see through thick darkness, but I could pick up any smell or hear anything, even if it was still miles away. "Doctor Kedeva is approaching; open the gate for him." I said it firmly, emphasizing the urgency in my voice. The guard hesitated for a moment before finally nodding and reaching for the gate controls. The car drew closer, and I sensed the increased thumps in my heart. I was happy that Sony could finally get a treat and mad at Kedeva at the same time. He knew how important he was at the pack and that he was suppose