Transformers Onyx Prime Novels & Stories

The Geography of the Orbital-Node The Sovereign-Prime was the "Apex Asset" of the global "Master-Ledger." It was designed as a "Total Sector Watchtower," capable of "Liquidating" terrestrial targets with "Kinetic" rods while "Data-Mining" the "Neural-Nodes" of every "Gilded" citizen below.

Taylon did not hesitate. He threw open the heavy wooden door of the conservatory and sprinted into the corridor, his body blurring as he gave himself over to the shift. By the time his boots left the stone floor, he had transformed into the massive, midnight-black Alpha of the Onyxclaw line. Stay close, Taylon commanded through the mind-link, his mental voice vibrating with lethal intent.

Matt demands beside Brett. Onyx moves in front of me. “Don’t hurt her!” Devin screams. “Why, because you want to be the one to kill me?” I ask, looking around Onyx at him before returning my gaze to Onyx’s Lycan form. “I mean what I say,” I confirm, looking over his face. I watch as his eyes glass over in what looks like tears of joy before he turns around. I grip his arm, and he immediately lets out a roar before he turns back to me, breathing heavily. “Careful,” Clara states next to me.

Jumping on one of the undead, I tore his head clean off his shoulder before going to the next one. Fuck! I had forgotten how fast these things were. Without wasting time, I transform into Onyx. She is a beast compared to werewolves, but that is a good advantage. Xavier was having difficulty with them, so the majority of the workload fell on me and Nolan. After a while, I was beginning to get tired. They just kept coming and coming. Like there was an endless source that was spiting them out. I never get this tired this quickly, but then again, I used to depend on my powers for energy supply. I continue fighting. Ripping and clawing, beheading, then repeating the same process again.

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

When they got to the outside, there were several lores just behind the border. All of them were railed up, ready for war. Alistair pushed October behind him, but she stepped away from him so she could see what was happening. "You really thought that you could keep me out?" Onyx laughed, looking crazier than before. Arnell and the other two witches that were with him, were dead. Their heads on stakes, displayed for all to see. "Just know brother, I am much stronger than you are, and I won't stop until I gain all the powers then take over this world." Onyx laughed before disappearing. His laughs carried off into the night.

“What made you think you would ever be accepted? You’re exactly what those religious fanatics say you are—abominations. And you need to be destroyed.” Like Onyx hadn’t heard this spiel before. Clearly bugged that Onyx wasn’t reacting, the human snickered. “Not so brave and cocky now that you’re surrounded like this, are you?” “Don’t mistake my silence for fear,” Onyx told him, vibrating with anger. “I can spot a trap when I see one. I know exactly what you hope to do. Don’t worry—you’ll get the response from me that you’re aiming for. But if you think you’ll all get out of this alive, you’re very much mistaken.”

It was the physical hunger of five centuries, manifested in a limb of vitrified bone. Ga-chi. Ga-chi. The tectonic grinding in my neck spiked. The petrification had settled into my jaw, but now it was vibrating in resonance with the claw. Every time the Third Prime’s fingers tightened around my obsidian forearm, a jolt of raw, biological electricity shot up my spine, trying to rewrite my DNA into a menu. "You think the Second Prime was the predator, Phoenix," a voice boomed—not from a throat, but from the very floor beneath me. It was a sound like stones grinding against teeth. "He was just the accountant. I am the appetite."

I pleaded to her, tired and completely drained of energy. She huffed, producing a large sound, but didn’t let her guard down. I saw Onyx shifting into his human form, and I blushed harder. It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen him naked before, but seeing him now made me not only blush but also drool. She snorted in satisfaction while looking at our mate from head to toe. He was one fine specimen of a human with features of sculptures of Greek Gods. I felt as if I was seeing him for the first time. The perfectly thick and long neck meeting ended at a voluminous and symmetrical chest with a perfect shape of muscles, forming a straight line in the middle, which ended at the ripped eight-pack abs.