Starscream Transformers Prime Toy Novels & Stories

I said politely but seriously. “Yes, he is expecting you, your highness. Please follow me.” She led me to Parker's office. The entire time, she was swinging her hips like a pendulum. She is letting her arms swing gently, and her back is straight. She is trying to walk like she is a model instead of a receptionist. As we get closer to the office though, Kral starts moving around. ‘Our mate is here, Ames!’ I sucked in a breath at his words. I stopped and inhaled. I smelled a beautiful scent of moon flowers and rain. Unique and beautiful- is that my mate’s scent?

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.

There’s too much heat in my chest, too many memories pushing their way up. But I say nothing. Stacy’s voice is soft when she speaks. “I don’t remember any of that.” “You wouldn’t,” he says gently. “You were barely a month old. Whoever took you also ensured you’d grow up without a trace of who you were.” Her eyes flicker. “Then how are you so sure it’s me?” The Alpha Prime doesn’t speak. Instead, he reaches into his coat and pulls something from the inside pocket. A pendant. Half a moon, gleaming softly in the firelight. Gold, with ancient runes carved along the edges. A tiny sunstone glows at its center.

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

With a thin, blue light swirling around them, Lars and Edwin flew off to locate this being of silverstream. For all the time Lars spent scouring the regions of La Shania Mirepa, he never had any encounter with Silver Sovereigns or Prime Chimeras. They were completely laying low somewhere in their turf regions and Lars didn't get much clue about it. That particular day, it was the first of Lars seeing a Prime Chimera. This Prime Chimera, a human - sized orchid mantis, was feasting on someone in an alley. Lars saw from above and horrified of the scene. The mantis Prime Chimera looked up and seemingly not caring of the Scions' presence at all as he continued eating.

The boy turned the gift over carefully, as though he were unsure of what to do with it. “Go ahead, sweetheart,” Zoe encouraged him. “Open it.” Giving his mother one last look, Adam tore apart the wrapping paper and tossed it aside with abandon. His eyes widened upon seeing the Transformer Optimus Prime action figure. He looked at his mother again, then a smile stretched across his face, and he began jumping up and down. “Mommy, Mommy, look!” he exclaimed, jamming his finger against the box repeatedly. “I know, I see,” Zoe said, almost laughing with joy herself. “That’s a very special gift. What do you say to Luna Hannah?”

The two projectiles lodge themselves onto each wrist as Ursa drops her shining net over her Uncle’s head. The scent of burning flesh hits the air as Primus screams in agony, the silvery net shining bright blue with the glow of the starfire crystals. A silver collar and two silver cuffs appear where the projectiles pierced Primus’ flesh. A terrible roar shakes itself free from Primus’ throat as his body begins to shrink, the cuffs adjusting in size with him as it zaps him repeatedly with bright blue flashes of contained lightning. I roar along with him, my arms outstretched helplessly as Primus’s wings wrap around his body as a useless shield.

"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.

The night sky turned orange with fire. I lay there coughing, ears ringing, every inch of my body screaming. Kade was on top of me, still shielding me from the worst of the blast and falling debris. “You okay?” he rasped, his face inches from mine, eyes full of fear and love. I touched his bloody cheek with trembling fingers. “Yeah, you?” Before he could answer, a terrifying shadow rose from the heart of the flames behind us. Unit Prime stepped out of the inferno, one arm completely missing, and half its body was the color of charcoal.

All crying out simultaneously. "NO! THIS IS NOT—I WILL NOT—" Prime's voice fragments into thousands. The form collapses. Essences scatter. Each one a dead dragon, finally free. When the light fades, nothing remains of Prime except a small crystallized core. The original essence. Ancient. Tiny. Powerless. Jamie picks it up carefully. "Is this what you really are? Without all the stolen power? Just... this?" The crystal pulses weakly. No voice. No threat. Just residual consciousness.