Thundercracker 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.

Chandler didn't get along well at all, I knew there was something wrong if the two of them hadbwillingly ridden in the same car. "What happened?" I asked. "We'll discuss it in the car," Mr. Chandler said, opening the door for Vega and I to get in. As soon as he got into the driver's seat, the car was taking off backwards out of the driveway. "So..?" Vega said. "Listen," Mr. Chandler said. "There are things that go on in packs today that you two need to be aware of. You're the nextbgeneration of Lycanthropes and that means it is important you know how to handle situations when they arise.

The moment of truth. My fingers were inches from the chip when the entire wall of windows behind Jeff exploded inwards. The world dissolved into a shower of screaming glass and roaring wind. A sleek, black aerial drone hovered where the window had been, its weapons systems humming with lethal intent. Standing in the jagged opening, silhouetted against the city lights, was Prime. Her obsidian eyes glinted, and her voice cut through the chaos, cold and absolute. “The emotional compromise is complete,” she stated, her rifle rising again, not toward me, but toward Jeff. “Targeting the architect. Eliminating the corruption at its source.”

‘Plus, we will rip out the throats of any alpha trying to take what’s ours! Admittedly, Kral is right. It’s easier to withdraw her, but then I lose on my investment, and it may damage my friendship with Parker. We have been friends since we were kids. He’s never let me down when I needed help. I can’t let him down now. Here I was saying that I wanted to let things happen naturally, according to the Moon Goddess’s will, and now I’m in this position. It’s ironic. ‘It’s still Moon Goddess’s will, Ames! We found our mate. Everything else is just noise. Say yes, and we get to spend time with our mate!’

—the memory of the First World’s destruction—was being targeted by a massive Eraser-Behemoth. "You hated me," the Prime’s voice echoed in her head. "And you were right to. I gave you order when you needed chaos. I gave you a cage when you needed a world. But I also gave you... Resistance. Without me, you would never have become the Feral Six." The Prime-Packet ignited. It wasn't a puck; it was a Sphere of Pure Truth. Elara struck it. She didn't shoot for a goal. She shot the packet directly into the heart of the Architect-Prime.

In a flash they spread out, wings flashing electricity, the group watching from above forgotten, Obiora was right, this is what they do best. Binta worked her body into a blur, blitzed forward to meet the charging machines and dropped the first set of drones in a blast of electricity as Obiora charged the group of giant robots pounding the first in line into matchwood and then hurled the ruined metal unto it's mates. Babybaby leapt on Shettima’s back as he rendered both of them intangible while a cyborg cat leaping for them crashed through them against another cat Orchid had frozen into popsicle.

"They won't stop coming, Cassius. Those were just the vultures. The lions and the wolves are still out there, and they've realized the Prism is tethered to a human heart. They aren't coming for the crystal anymore. They're coming to rip the heart out." They began the long trek back to the bunker, their sensors picking up dozens of minor disturbances along the ridge. The mountain was no longer a secret. The "Mobile Dampeners" were working, but they couldn't hide the sheer gravity of the Prism’s presence. It was like trying to hide a sun behind a bedsheet. As they reached the primary airlock, Xander was waiting for them, his face grim. He had sensed the flare, sensed the spike in Thorne’s dist

Loud thuds could be heard as Chad’s fist came rushing over. “Oh no!” “How dare he attack in the Tower!” “The Pride Peak apprentices are too reckless!” The Tower of Primordial Energy is an important place. No fighting is allowed here, yet there Chad was, breaking the rule. Feeling his attack approaching, even though a light one, led many to retreat. Zephyr huffed coldly as he showed no fear. Zephyr’s body vibrated as he engaged Thunderfoot. After his training sessions, Thunderfoot had long reached a new peak. Although Chad was probably one of the strongest in Pride Peak, Zephyr was still able to easily dodge his attack. He was too quick.

"Mr. Ash Thunder?" I nod, and he speaks into a walkie talkie, informing someone about my arrival. He doesn't pat us down, doesn't even scan us with a metal detector. He doesn't need to, because I know for a fact that the door- all the doors- have specialized metal sensors. There's a reason I didn't bring my knife, but then again, anything can be used as a weapon. As we pass through the door, it doesn't beep, doesn't even make a sound. The only sound to be heard is the tap tap of my cane on the floor. See - I can use it as a weapon and no one would be the wiser.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.