Transformers Animated Rodimus Prime Novels & Stories

He stepped back involuntarily, his limbs outrightly shaking. “What is it? You seem… afraid.” I said in a hushed tone, getting closer with calculated steps. He transformed back to his human form. His legs shook until they didn’t. He stood strong, a brave conviction written all over him now, and the next second he bent the knee. Rodriguez's head faced the earth. The red in my eyes still shone with might, he felt the pressure, he didn't need to be commanded. He willingly bent the knee. “I’m at your beck and call Alpha, your wish is my priority,” he said, while his head still faced the ground.

"How did you find out?" "Well for one, Rodney is a lot smarter than you",Kendrick said. "He wouldn't dare talk back at me. And that makes me wonder how many more of your kind have infiltrated my company". The man who had been transformed into Rodney smiled evilly. His real form emerged;black burnt skin, slit eyes and a forked tongue. He was a black witch that had been turned to Rodney Dullsville while the real Rodney had been killed. "You don't know what's coming for you lycan",the man said.

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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.

"Because as your bride, Leon, she'd be safe and..." "I am NOT his bride," she shouts and for a moment her eyes glow golden. Oh, so that's the ticket. Her body remembers more of herself when her emotions are raised. "It's not what it looks like!" Primus also insists, stepping in front of his mate and waving his arms. It is so weird seeing them both in human form again. It's been so long. "Then explain yourselves," I raise an eyebrow. "Give me a good reason not to tell father," I demand playing along with the script this version of me has been given. It is sad that even in this world, our father is the one to come between Primus and his happiness.

was what Adrian’s text read. “Stay close to her and do not let her out of your sight,” Arthur instructed Adrian. “Yes Alpha,” Adrian's reply came in moments later. “Alpha, are you listening?” Sirius asked when he saw Arthur’s attention on his phone. “Go on, I listening,” Arthur said and he dropped his phone. “I was talking about how the hydras are getting much more powerful,” Romulus said. “Their appearance is getting better and that’s not a good sign.” “This shows that war is upon us and it can happen at any time,” Sirius stated.

Focus! "Thats when my grandmother discovered that I had an old and bitter lycan spirit. She did a spell to calm the beast and he felt dormant. I guess that I was feeling the lost a lot more than I thought I did for all these years. The beast is calling prime. On my ascension he will awaken and we will become one and I will have my prime lycan form," he said, staring into the depst of the world within his mind. "So Prime is the sleeping wolf in your mind," I said, tilting my head slightly.

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

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.

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou