Transformers Magnus Prime Novels & Stories

The two figures from the containers were VEIL, and of the Prime Chimera kind. "Do you see how majestic they are?" A voice resounded throughout the warehouse. Lars knew of this voice all too well and had expected to see him here. Magnus Musgrave took the center stage with big smile and hands outstretched. His graying hair matched the silvery sheen of his satin suit. "Worshippers," Lars muttered. He was quickly reminded of Alt'ma's warning. "What you are so blessed to see in front of you right now, are the examples of absolute peak in human evolution. The new gods who will usher us into the new age of wonders and prosperity!"

A thick, grey mist rolled in from the Iron-Grave, carrying with it the sound of rhythmic, metallic clicking. The Shadow-Prime had sent his "Frost-Sentinels." These weren't the nanite-infected shifters from the day before; these were Automatons of Ice and Iron. They were tall, spindly things made of rusted gears and frozen brine, their eyes glowing with a cold, blue light. They didn't breathe, and they didn't feel the winter. "THEY'RE AT THE LOWER GATES!" Magnus roared, his voice sounding thin in the freezing air. He was leading a group of shifters armed with simple steel axes and torches, but the torches were flickering and dying in the heavy mist.

"This is over at this moment!" Magnus looked back, his gaze icy and strategic. Xander, you have missed the deadline. The actual game has started already. Prior to Xander's reaction, Magnus triggered a tool on his wrist, causing the pathway to collapse and blocking his exit. Xander was left standing amidst the destruction, overwhelmed by frustration and anger. He reunited with his team, their triumph overshadowed by the fact that Magnus had escaped from them once more. They had inflicted damage on his activities, however, the battle was not yet finished.

I said, springing from my seat as i grabbed him by his collar and shaked him roughly. "Let go Magnus, you're way in over your head," He said, pushing my hands away from his clothes. "Is that so?" I said, transforming suddenly as I swiped at him. He jumped back and transformed immediately too to protect himself. His reflexes were almost as sharp as mine.

Sam asked, rather confused. "Don't worry, just a minute or two." Just then, our lookalikes came running from my home toward the direction we were in. Cool, isn't it. Seeing you standing infront of you. When they reached where we were they transformed back into their original forms, the three eyed creatures. Just like that, they vanished. "Cool, transmogrification!" Exclaimed Sam. "What can't you people do?" I asked Maya but she never responded, she just vanished in the thin air.

Michael slapped my back, laughing as we headed to the office. “The first scouts are reporting limited weapons. Less than a quarter of the rogues and vampires appear to have weapons. We need more intel, but it would appear as if those with the weapons are currently all located in one area, which will make a concentrated attack to take them out easier.” Duncan was pointing to a map as he spoke. “As soon as we know more, I say that we move.” “We need to get Harley and Raina back here safe. Then we can move.” Tobias, Duncan’s Beta stated. Tobias was an old friend and a good Beta. He was often the voice of reason, which worked well to balance Duncan’s reckless nature.

Jake sat near the front, his massive frame tightly confined in a formal tactical uniform, his expression an unreadable marble mask. Then, Magnus walked in. Avery’s grip on the iron railing of the gallery tightened until her knuckles turned stark white. The Alpha Prime was a towering, silver-haired tyrant whose presence commanded immediate, universal silence. He walked with a calculated, heavy gait, radiating an aura so cold and heavy it made Avery’s inner wolf pace with immediate, defensive hostility. This was the man who held her brother Leo in a subterranean cage. This was the source of the rot.

Magnus roared and lunged for my shoulders, "You fucking bitch! I tried playing nice, but you keep forcing my hand. Dad made it clear that if you're not back by today, you're dead to all of us." Before I could strike back, a mechanized voice rang inside my head. [Quick Quest Unlocked: Let Magnus Blanc get a taste of free fall. Reward: 51% of Lumos Entreprise's stocks.] Lumos was the largest business empire in the city. Gabriel's company barely qualified as a warm-up act beside that juggernaut. I grabbed Magnus by the arm and flipped him over my shoulder. It took almost no effort. Magnus was the type who lived behind a computer screen, a basement-dwelling nerd with the physique of a couch pota

Jarek whispered, stepping up from the utility hatch with his dark tablet in his hand. The glass screen was cracked, but the blue map of the city’s power lines was still visible. "But the central energy tower is drawing every single watt of power left in the city grid. The backup generators are humming. They are preparing a shield." "A shield?" Alpha Silas asked, his cold blue eyes narrowing as he rested his heavy iron axe against his shoulder. "What kind of shield?" "A magical dome" Magnus growled, stepping into the light of the tall front window. The old war king’s face was dark with soot, and his leather vest was stiff with dried river water.

Magnus stopped thrashing, his lethal posture melting away as his heavy tail began to wag frantically, his tongue darting out to lick the dust off my knuckles. The house-omegas gasped, their jaws dropping in unison. The Warlord's trained executioner is subverting its own lineage for an unranked stray! Magnus had been conditioned by the elite beast-masters of the Baker sector; his primal instincts were bound strictly to Yvette's scent marker. Yet, within two breaths, this country youth had rewritten the hound's loyalty. "What toxic wildland curse did your shadow drop on my beast, wretch?" Yvette hissed, his skin turning flush with rage. "Drop the leash!"