Sky Lynx Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

A new voice, deeper, colder than any we’d heard before, came up the stairwell. “Primary Alpha target detected. Termination protocol authorized.” Then it stepped into view. One single enhanced wolf. But this one was different. It was taller, looked heavier, and carried a lot of scars on its body like it had survived a hundred battles. But I was pretty sure that those scars were just design protocol. No way this thing had been fighting for that long. Its golden eyes burned almost white. It looked straight at me and smiled with too many teeth. “Hello, Kade. I am Unit Prime. And I was created to kill you.”

The Lycan Enforcer~ ~Annabeth’s POV~ The air around me felt heavy, charged with a static electricity that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up. I looked at the Lycan Enforcer, Kael, and for a split second, I saw death. He wasn't just a man, he looked like a mountain of muscle, staring at me with the cold, calculating gaze of a predator who had found a new, interesting toy.

Lyon’s voice was small but clear, a steady, firm whisper. “I’m ready.” They both turned to him. For the first time, Lyon wasn’t glowing with uncontrollable power. He was standing firm, grounded. Right there and then, he had his first shift. His parents looked on in awe, his wolf was massive, a pure silver, almost ethereal and glowing with magical energy. It was Lyon’s true form. His Pure Alpha soul, as ancient and as powerful as any before him. “We fight,” Lyon said, his voice steady now.

He knew that voice so well, and he didn't need anyone to tell him that it belonged to Alexander. Lynx traced the sound of the voice towards where it was coming from, pausing from time to time to kill off some of the white phoenix pack warriors that crossed his path. When he thought he had lost him again, he heard Alexander scream his name again and Lynx grinned. Alexander was right in front of him, just a few inches away.

She can feel the power building around him, swelling like an untamed force, ready to burst free. For a moment, everything is still. Then, the air changes. It thickens, as if something ancient and powerful is rising. Nyx holds her breath, watching as Enzo’s form starts to tremble. His eyes snap open, glowing a fierce golden hue that mirrors the Lycan blood coursing through his veins. His body shifts, muscles expanding and rippling beneath his skin as the transformation begins.

Just accumulated power of thousands of dragons compressed into vaguely humanoid shape. "Dear god," Selene whispers. "There's nothing left of the original being. Just the absorbed essences." "Then we separate them all!" Meredith increases output. "Force every stolen essence out!" The spell strains. Cracks appear in Prime's form. Voices start screaming. Thousands of voices. Every dragon Prime ever killed, trying to break free. "No!" Prime roars. Their form destabilizes. "You cannot—this is—" The other Shadow Council members try to help Prime. But Leanora's fighters keep them busy.

Sybil couldn’t walk around them. However the cleared area here was large enough for her to step to the side, but she had to be careful. They could still see footprints if she made them. Or her breath if she kept breathing the way that she was. So she calmed her breathing, made sure to stay on the stone that was clear and waited. Her heart skipped a beat as they were nearly to her. The one was Aries and that made her more than nervous. She knew she wasn’t giving off a scent she made sure, and she couldn’t be seen yet. However something about him set off her alarm system, not to mention he said that he was what they called Prime. She prayed that they would keep going and not bump her as the tw

Little Osiris is huddled in his mother's arms, trying to hide his little face from the angry mob threatening to kill them. "I tell you what," the Alpha finally smirks. "I will give you a head start." Skye doesn't need to be told twice. She takes off, running toward the forest. As she runs, her body morphs and shifts. I try to keep up with her, but she is too fast. The last I see is a golden lycan running away from the mob. Osiris's little face is peering over her shoulder, watching his home fade into the distance.

But just as Vaxia lunged at Zeke, the renowned Lycan King unleashed his true power. In a blur of motion, Zeke's body transformed. Bones cracked, sinew stretched, and his frame grew in size, covered in a coat of thick, dark fur. The transformation was complete, revealing Zeke in his full lycanthropic form. Superhuman strength radiated from his muscular limbs, and his eyes glowed with an intense golden hue. The clash between Zeke and Vaxia shook the very ground beneath them. Each blow reverberated through the air, a testament to their incredible power. Zeke fought with a furious determination, skillfully maneuvering to protect his beloved daughter, Francine, and his adoptive Azure.

His enraged roar bounced off the walls, shaking the frames and frightening the Lunas who had barely calmed down from the bomb incident. Einas leaped to his feet and confronted him with equal fury. “Goddess, Idris! What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you see there are females here?” He snarled, unsheathing his claws. I huddled with the other Lunas, my gaze shifting between the two furious males. Einas was tall and buff. Muscular in every sense of Lycan gene. Idris, on the other hand, was lean. Tall, yes. But I found his slender physique didn’t make him inferior to Einas. On the contrary, his aura surpassed even that of the Lycan Commander.