Transformers Magnus Prime Novels & Stories

I looked past the standing frame of Alpha Adrian to behold a raging beast, whose claws had been stretched out pouring steam. "Alpha Magnus, I don't understand why you are here." Alpha Adrian's voice, had a pint of fear to it as he speak and it was apparent that he was intimidated. "Step aside." Alpha Magnus ordered, voice was deep, much deeper than Adrian's and it held so much authority as well. The huge frame of Alpha Adrian moved aside and I looked up to face Alpha Magnus. My eye had failed to open since the tip of the whip had landed on them, thus I held them with so much tender.

Even now. For a heartbeat, Magnus hesitated. The offer tugged at a dark corner of his soul, whispering of strength beyond imagining. But then he thought of Cathy, of their unborn children, and his resolve hardened. ‘No. Never.’ "Never," he spat, letting his transformation complete. Fur rippled across his body as he dropped to all fours, teeth bared in a vicious snarl. Dana's expression hardened, all traces of warmth vanishing. "So be it," she said coldly, motioning to her vampire allies. "Take him down." ‘Here we go. Time to die fighting.

Magnus had one of the best senses of smell I knew and even he could not tell where my child was. But what if… “Can you smell him though?” I asked and turned to him. He looked at me and turned his nose to the air. He sniffed the air for a while before turning back to me. “I have his scent, but it's different, very different. Just like the monsters we had fought back home.” Magnus whispered. He turned to me with wide eyes, “He's corrupted.” Corruption, it had been a very long time since I had seen someone get corrupted and it had not been anything like This. I just saw Daruis leap through the air like the Hulk.

I blink before I say, “This is a deception.” “So it is,” Magnus replies, and his voice is honey. It does not match his figure. I reluctantly press my lips against his scaled cheek, and gasp when the skin there begins to bubble. And then it melts, disappearing into a puff of smoke. More gasps and squeals arise from the spectators—people rush forward only to step back. Others watch, repulsed as the scene unfolds. Magnus’ monstrous body transforms. The Beta has no reaction to his and Magnus himself seems to be smiling through the shifting folds of his face.

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.

She said Magnus chuckled, a sinister glint in his eye. "The possibilities are endless, my dear. With the power that you currently have, driving our enemies mad will.not be a problem and people that are mad will not be able to protect themselves when we move against them”, Magnus said with a sinister grin. “And our allies will have dreams that will make them loyal only to us." He added “Won't that be outright brainwashing”? Melody asked with a thoughtful expression. “Of course it's brainwashing”. Magnus replied, matter of factly. “Once we do that, we'll have a lot of people that will be loyal to us”. He added.

Chandler nodded. "I suppose." The doctor came back into the room, a grim expression plastered on his face. "Is everything alright?" I asked him, suddenly worried. "Unfortunately, no," He said. "We're not going to be able to transfuse your blood." "Why? Is something wrong with it?" He shook his head. "Quite the opposite, really. It's much too potent for Mr. Chandler." "Too potent?" Vega asked. "What does that mean?" "You come from a very strong lineage of Lycanthropes, Your Highness," he said to me.

In the Estate Gardens, about Four Years Later... The most feared creature in all of the Western Seaboard, the Alpha Prime of the Shadow Sovereigns, the King of Wolves, was now currently pinned to the grass, defeated. "Surrender now!" a high pitched voice squeaked. "Never, I do not surrender. " Alex growled playfully, though he made no effort to move his massive arms, which were currently being held down by two forty pound terrors. "Attack!" the second voice commanded.

Slowly, the wild tendrils of corruption that had begun to coil around Magnus’s form seemed to hesitate, recoiling as if in the presence of something pure and unbreakable. Magnus’s eyes, which had been pits of endless black, flickered with a trace of recognition. His arms, still clawing at the darkness within him, stilled for an agonizing heartbeat. The transformation was not instantaneous; the struggle inside him was fierce, as if he were locked in a battle with his own soul.

He answered before going back to the main battle taking place on the field. Magnus struggled against the power of the Tri mates as they attempted to send his body up into the void. And with a small sense of victory he realized that they weren't strong enough to transport him by teleportation, he laughed in glee at the sound of the witches' voices as they drew closer to the end of their spell. Once they were done the void would close, and the witches' magic would be completely depleted. Then chaos would reign and he would destroy them all!