Transformers Magnus Prime Novels & Stories

The reflection’s laugh echoed faintly in the back of my skull, agreeing with him. I stumbled back, shaking, my voice breaking. “What do you want from me?” Magnus spread his arms, mock-gentle. “What I have always wanted. For you to come home.” The air around him shimmered with power, a silver circle etching itself into the ground beneath his feet. Jace shoved me behind him, claws out. “You’ll have to go through me first.” Magnus’s grin widened. “Gladly.” And the ruins exploded in light.

I want to go home. But before I can pull away from his grip, the heavy gold elevator doors slide open. A massive chest wrapped in a dark charcoal suit fills the space. My heart stops completely. Alpha Magnus. He stands there like a giant warrior king. His brown hair is slicked back, his sharp face looks like granite, and his grey eyes are locked right onto me. Then, his gaze drops down to Noah's hand resting on my waist. The grey in his eyes turns into a terrifying storm of golden alpha rage. I shiver, goosebumps breaking out over my neck.

The seven Alphas set out and arrived at Alpha Damien's pack. " Come in." He looked up from his desk, surprised to see the council. He had no prior knowledge that they were visiting. By their countenance he knew that something was wrong somewhere. " Welcome." He greeted, mindlinking his Beta immediately to take Anita to another shed. " Tell him to stay put." Magnus bellowed. One of the things that made Magnus highly respected was that he rarely raised his voice, and he stood for justice. Unwavering, unyielding, unbending. People prayed never to find themselves in a fix with Magnus. He could sniff out a rat, if he wished.

was about to begin. Larsen didn’t wait. He handed Elora off to Magnus in a single, decisive motion. “Do not let her out of your sight.” Magnus nodded once, already stepping back, already positioning himself with her cradled securely, protected. That was all Larsen needed. Because the next second… he shifted. Bones snapped, muscles tore and rebuilt, fur ripping through skin in a violent, breathtaking transformation. The massive wolf that replaced him didn’t hesitate. He lunged.

Even worse than what Sharra wanted. "How can you say that?" Titan asked, throwing his hands up in exasperation, scaring the trolls busily doing whatever it was they were doing. "Without this room, we wouldn't understand how each creature works." He paused and picked up what looked like a walnut still in its shell. "This is the brain of a fairy. Right here," he touched his dirty index finger to the back of the brain. "This is where the ability to do magic is stored. Without this tiny piece of the genetic puzzle, a fairy can't do magic." Then he tapped a portion on the left. "This tells the fairy's body it's going to be small and winged." Then he pointed at the part directly in front. "Right h

"GET. YOUR. FUCKING. HANDS. OFF. HER." The Alpha command in his voice hit like a physical force. The windows rattled. The floor shook. I felt it reverberate through my bones, through my soul. Vera and my stepmother dropped me immediately, stumbling backward. I collapsed to my knees, my burned shoulder screaming as I jarred it. The poker clattered to the floor, rolling away, still glowing red. Through my tears, I watched Magnus enter the room. He'd shifted partially—more than I'd ever seen an Alpha shift outside of a full transformation. His body had grown, muscles bulging under his clothes. His nails had turned to those wicked black claws. His teeth were fangs. And his eyes—god, his eyes wer

"Our leader specifically ordered him captured alive. He understands how valuable a powerful Awakened is to the organization." At the mention of Magnus, Damian fell silent. He glanced toward the demolition team assembling the explosives and silently hoped Cyrus would simply die in the blast. After careful preparation, the team finished binding another massive charge using the same method and the same plan to tear open another section of the bunker. Damian transformed into the ice-silver giant ape again. He and Florian hoisted the bundle and hurled it toward the shelter. Cyrus watched the incoming mass, drew a slow breath, and raised his right hand.

Rex announced after his conversation with Fafnir concluded, which only took seconds. “Well…spill it,” Marcia said a little over eagerly and loudly, even Markus’s seemed to perk up, he was sure he was about to witness another piece of unbelievable magic he had only begun to see when he joined the inner circle of the emperor, magics only being possible by the Magnus family. He was so sure nothing was able to be done now, Ulna was on the precipice of fully gone now and yet, even now, Rex claimed he may be able to save the skylark, he was doubtful even Rector would have tried something this far along.

“Do that? Transform, like you just did?” “No, unfortunately,” Magnus says. “Only born demons can transform. But what’s more important is your ability to, for example…” He raises his hand, and a ball of shadowy smoke shoots into the air, bursting above us into rapidly-dissipating tendrils. “Cast spells. Heal wounds. Levitate. Destroy or create. Most importantly, you’ll be able to defend your assigned packs from threats, like werebears.”

He hasn't won, Jacob Mont Blanc will fall, Liam, I swear it to you. He nodded and I smiled at him. The sound of an approaching car made me glance away from him. The car stopped in front of the cottage, Magnus stepping out, followed by another man who walked up the stairs to Jacob and handed him a box. I frowned wondering what it was. "Alpha Prime Adelaide." He greeted me, bowing. "Magnus" I acknowledged. He turned to Jacob, bowing stiffly. "Alpha Prime." Jacob nodded in return. "Take care of yourself Liam, and make sure you call Uncle Pete."