Transformers Magnus Prime Novels & Stories

She yelled at Sage. "You wanted to take all that was precious to me but damn it, I turned the table around." She snapped. "Your precious daughter is no more ... courtesy of me." She huffed with deep annoyance. "What?" Sage stared at her, mouth agape. He looked clearly shocked and devastated. "My darling cousin, your precious daughter is dea-" Sage's growl interrupted Melanie's speech. He growled so loud that all except Melanie had to cover their ears. His loud and deep growl didn't stop until he began to transform slowly. His body began to increase in size and his hair began to whiten from the roots. His fingernails became to grow more and in a minute, they all turned to claws.

“Don’t worry about them, my love. They will get what they deserve.” “Magnus, you don’t want to start a war with the council.” “Of course not. I didn’t start it, but I aim to finish it.” His eyes glinted, hard like the black rock we were about to climb. He transformed into his beast, the mighty Lycan, whose presence made many a wolf tremble. Except for me.

They were milky, fading. ‎ ‎"Is she... intact?" Julius wheezed. ‎ ‎"She's alive," Magnus said. "That's all that matters." ‎ ‎Magnus turned to Vargo. ‎ ‎"Strap her down," Magnus ordered. "Prep the transfusion lines." ‎ ‎"Wait!" I scrambled backward, hitting the leg of a surgical table. "You can't do this! Kaelen is coming! The pack knows!" ‎ ‎"Let them come," Magnus said, stripping off his torn jacket and rolling up his sleeves. He grabbed a scalpel from a tray. "By the time they breach the gates, I will be immortal, and you will be a husk."

He was getting tired at the confused looks and the worried looks his companions constantly gave him. ‘Remember, information is power’ Fafnir warned. Sighing and rolling his eyes, Rex knew what he meant so decided that he would share a part of his story. “As you both know, I am a Magnus, and with being a Magnus, I can sometimes use the power of a dragon to aid me in combat. The reason why I seem like I zone out, is because he talks to me inside my head, it can get very distracting at times. But as you have both also seen, the strain of my body also becomes too much the more I use.”

"I want you to understand that we're not the real threat here. That the old ways… the opposition, the families who never bowed to the Council… they're making their move. And your son is their opening gambit." "Why tell me this?" "Because I'm not interested in ruling over ashes." His expression hardened. "The opposition wins, they'll drag us all back to the dark ages. Blood purity laws. Human culling. The kind of brutality that makes my worst day look civilized. I may hate you, Darius, but I hate them more." Before I could respond, the air itself seemed to shift. Magnus's men… all twenty visible guards… began to transform. Not the controlled partial shift of experienced warriors, but full tra

"You're Levi, aren't you?" Magnus smirked, but there was no humor in it. "No. I'm Magnus — Levi's wolf." Micha blinked, startled. "Levi's... wolf?" Magnus nodded. "Our bloodline is ancient. Stronger than most. I can take control when I want — swap places with him." "That explains your eyes," Micha whispered. "Levi's are brown." "Exactly." Magnus's tone softened for the first time. "He's still inside me — trapped in the same space I once was. Now he knows how it feels to be silenced."

He is wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. “Great Mother, that is a fine male,” Maximo purrs excited. Max is not wrong. I have seen males while training but no one even came close to what Magnus offered. Every inch of his body was sculpted not to make him look good. To make him look lethal. And he is. When he turns I see on his back, a long thick scar. If that rumor is true, I am fairly certain that all the others will be too. “Don’t ogle him,” I chastise Max and I get up to get away from him.

Not again. Above us, Magnus stood in the glow of the cave’s destruction, no longer man, no longer wolf. His form had twisted, elongated limbs, blackened eyes, and skin cracked with dark veins that pulsed like roots feeding on hatred. When his voice came, it was wrong. Too deep, too many layers. Like something ancient was speaking through him. “You’ve forced my hand, Amara,” he said, smiling through jagged teeth. “You could’ve been a goddess.”

Xander's pov I sat in my office, fireplace lit and crackling in the quiet space. I had summoned Magnus, he would be the first to be lied to. I trusted his loyalty but sometimes, loyalty could be faked so I couldn't rule him out just yet. Magnus knocked, then I granted him the permission to enter. He walked in calmly, his demeanor the same as usual. “Magnus,” I began, gesturing for him to take a seat. Magnus nodded and sat across from me, his brow furrowed. “You summoned me, Alpha? Any issue with the captured rogues?”

The emotions of Magnus’s death and the immense power I now hold have completely consumed me. I feel the anger and rage building inside of me. Everyone starts to worry as my eyes turn black as night, and my veins become even darker. You can see them from a good distance. I flap my large black feathered wings and descend into the sky. I hold my palms open, and large spheres of black electricity form. Thypon dodges most of the attacks from the guardians, and the ones that manage to strike him only do minor damage. He laughs at them but stops when he makes eye contact with me. His eyes narrow. Being a giant, he strikes the guardians with his arm, sending them all flying. I throw my electric bolt