Sky Lynx Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

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.

His dark hair was down now to frame his square jaw, and he was wearing some kind of black fur cloak—although he was still shirtless beneath it, displaying those chiseled pecs and that strange tattoo in the center of his chest. Damn, I thought. He was born into the wrong world; could have been a successful model back home. “I don’t believe you,” he finally grunted. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “You can look me up online,” I said, growing a bit desperate. “Like I said, I’m a model and entrepreneur. I’m not a spy or whatever you seem to think I am.” The prince of the Lycans was silent for several long moments. Those blue eyes raked over me, studying me, appraising me.

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

I was able to find them in Vicegrip and left him out while the energy grid helps Ying yang get out of the Dark Cloud. "Wait !" I said. "Where’s Primal and Warzone? I don’t see him anywhere!" Then in the middle of the dark cloud, we saw a tornado begin to form within it. It kept spinning rapidly be clockwise until the cloud itself dissipated and we could see Primal and Warzone. Apparently, Prime had summoned the speed of a cheetah to run in the middle of the crowd so he could form a tornado to erase it. As soon as the dust cleared, our attackers were nowhere to be found. All that was left was the wreckage of the facility and one of the two that they were after carrying a hybrid.

The problem is that Bella isn’t like any other lycan, we aren’t. In lycan form i have white coat but it has colorful highlights making it obvious to anyone that sees me that I am not the typical lycan. Both Christopher and Peter came with me. ‘’There was no need for you to come with us, my shift will start in twenty minutes, I can take it from here’’ Christopher referred to Peter who looked annoyed with him. ‘’I’ll never leave early and I also expect you to be on time’’ Peter replied to him. These two collaborating would be a miracle.

My whole body was tingling, and one word echoed in my mind. ‘RUN.’ I did not realise the command echoed throughout the Pack, the back door of the SUV opened, and we leapt out, completely in sync as we shifted into our wolves. We made an incredible sight, the huge blue/black Lycan Alpha, his eyes shining brilliantly blue, and me, the russet-tipped golden Solar Lycan, a legend come to life. Our strides matched as we raced side by side towards the plateau at the top of the mountain, where all the Pack meetings were held.

he responded, his words carrying a sense of respectful concern. "Tsk. Shit..." That was a problem. The elite knights, clandestinely dedicated to the service of every lycan prince, posed a challenge that couldn't be taken lightly. Their exceptional skills allowed them to swiftly identify and neutralize any potential threat. Once their attention was drawn to something awry, the perpetrator's fate was sealed—hunted down relentlessly until they met their demise and were laid to rest on the unforgiving earth.

The Alpha was panting, his face twisted with rage as he glared at the Lycan. Ogar tore his shirt, growling as he tried to attack the Lycan, but the creature was much stronger, grabbing him by the paw and tossing him up a tree. “This isn’t over,” he snarled, before turning and disappearing into the trees. Kimberly sat frozen, her body shaking. She looked up, her eyes meeting those of the Lycan as he transformed, shifting back into the form of a man. His dark hair was matted with blood, his eyes fierce as he stepped toward her.

Guests dropped their gazes instinctively-prey recognizing a predator. The scent of pine and storm swept in, primal and commanding. All heads turned. A man stepped inside, flanked by two towering guards draped in black and silver. He was tall—taller than even Reyes—with broad shoulders, sleek black hair, and eyes like steel. His aura was cold, ancient, and undeniable. Gasps echoed through the room. A Lycan. The Lycan Prince. He walked with purpose, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me. His steps slowed.

From the shadows behind Elena, two figures emerged. They were "Perfected Shields." They looked like Nevan, but their skin was a seamless, metallic silver, and their eyes were the cold, radiant gold of the Harvester. They didn't have souls; they had protocols. They were the "Alpha-Prime" units—the versions of Nevan that Elena had always wanted to build. "Kill the Shield," Elena commanded. "Retrieve the Heir. The Mother will be integrated." The two Alphas lunged.