Solus Prime Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

The enforcers froze, their movements faltering. "What… what is that?" Lia stammered, pointing at the vat. Riska's device shrieked. "The energy signature… it’s Core Prime! They're not just pursuing us. They're trying to… absorb our creation! They’re trying to weaponize it themselves!" The liquid in the vat began to glow with an unnatural, phosphorescent light, mirroring the corrupted glow of the reservoir. The potent aroma of their mixture was being distorted, twisted, corrupted by Core Prime's overwhelming influence.

The Prime Beast smelled her weakness and lunged again. Thorne and two warriors formed a wedge formation to shield Lyra’s flank. Eira took the front with me. I shouted orders with full Alpha dominance. “Left flank, drive it toward the support wall!” “Do not let it scent the heir again!” The pack obeyed instantly, but the Prime Beast ignored formations; it targeted Lyra only. The Prime Beast’s tracking ability is biological, not magical. It can sense the heir’s heartbeat through solid rock.

The Anti-Primordial is descending and everything it touches just stops existing, wolves and ground and air all fading into nothing. “Do it,” I tell my children. “I didn’t survive everything just to watch reality dissolve now.” The New Primordial connects to me and I feel it immediately, cosmic power channeling through my Alpha Supreme bonds, using thousands of wolves as a battery to anchor itself in reality. And I start aging.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I could even face HIM with the power of Ares at my disposal. "Stop right there," Derek ordered me. He shot out a plume of his ice blue flames and the caught me in an ever-shrinking circle. "Drop the transformation. It doesn't matter if you have back up, they'll still be outnumbered." "He's the Prime," I spat. "Your rightful master." Luke shrugged. "Did you forget that we were guardians to Primes? Do you really think that those wolves would accept protection from those lesser than them?"

" Her delighted little laugh was like a knife twisting into his heart. It had been a joke? Vivian claimed she had been hit by a car that night, but it had all been nothing more than a cruel joke. Because of that ridiculous lie, he ended up trading away our unborn child. Just then, a rescuer ran over, breathless. "Mr. Fuller! We found Mrs. Fuller's phone!" Ethan snatched it. After trying several passwords, it was unlocked with his own birthday. In the phone's trash folder, the most recently deleted file was a video. In it, I was seated at my worktable, the wall behind me covered with sketches and inspiration notes. I looked into the camera, my eyes filled with the familiar affection he once t

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

I held and consoled her in my arms as she wept. After a couple minutes, I was able to cheer her up, and we moved on to the dining table where we had breakfast. "Where are the rest of your shapeshifters?" Laura asked, after we were done eating. "They've all transformed completely and are roaming the woods right now. They all prefer to be in their primal form, and so do I" I replied.

Going in for the kill, I grab Alpha Tate's neck and rip it open while Sam injects Wolfsbane into my arm. Storm jumps onto him and bites into his neck, ending his life. The surviving pack members are now all mine. I shift back into human form. Everything is swaying. Hope is running toward me, 'Maximus!' she shouts as I fall to the ground.

I could see faded gold belt buckles running up the length of them, which matched the ones down the right arm of his jacket. His green eyes pierced through mine; cold and uncaring. He really did look like a Second-in-command in the making; maybe even the leader of the Soul Stealers. “Kill the traitors!” Stripes commanded the Souls, his voice echoing through the Base “kill their leader!” The Base resounded with everyone’s cheer. Everyone opposite us yelled out, holding their weapons up high. Cosmo was the first to rush towards me and unleash his two Creations, which forced Venin away from me.

"My name is Zora Vane. And this is my home." "Your name is a designation, dear," she said, walking toward me with a "Tyler Perry" motherly condescension. "I am Aethel-Prime. I was the one who planted the mercury-veins in this planet’s crust ten thousand years ago. I’ve been waiting for a version of myself to grow strong enough to hatch the core." Aethel-Prime didn't use a weapon. She pulled a golden "Data-Sphere" from her belt and tossed it into the air.