Transformers Onyx Prime Novels & Stories

He set me on my feet with little more than a grunt. “What just happened?” Nox demanded, cutting his eyes left and right for any sign we’d been spotted. It didn’t matter, though. “He knows. He knows we’re here.” A monotone chirp began to pulsate throughout the camp, spilling from speakers propped on tall wooden poles. The warriors in our group began to shift into defensive positions. Those without abilities took on their wolf forms, standing amongst piles of shredded clothing. I grabbed Nox’s arm. “My magic recognizes him as a threat. I won’t unleash it fully until I know he can’t be saved.”

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

The steel sang against the scabbard—a clear, ringing note. "Viggo, point. Wolfy, control. Guller, keep the minds off us." We moved. Our boots hit the floor in a synchronized, heavy rhythm. We weren't the ragged survivors of the Wastes. We were the Covenant. We were a single organism moving with lethal intent. A squad of Onyx Guards rounded the corner. They were seven feet tall. Their armor was void-black Barzil-plate that swallowed the light. They held energy pikes. The weapons hummed with a low, threatening vibration.

​The transformation of the Directorate-Prime was not a quiet affair. It sounded like a mountain range being ground into powder and then reshaped by a celestial potter. The chrome plating, which had stood for fifty years as a symbol of "Impenetrable Wealth," was being systematically stripped away by the "Black Bloom" vines, revealing the "Void-Bark" skeleton that Kaelen had triggered. ​Kaelen stood on the central command-dais, his hands buried deep in the new, organic console. Beside him, Julian Sallow watched with a mixture of terror and fascination as his family’s legacy was literally digested by the green.

I explained. "He said he doesn't know when but he believes it would happen soon or maybe later, he just wants me to be alerted," I continue, giving it to him to read. "That's would be impossible right, wolves don't communicate with vampires," I said but Damon didn't seem quite surprised. "Onyx does," he replied. "How, how did he find a way to settle them and how are you aware?" I questioned him. I found out during my little investigation that Onyx supplies Mecha to them along with omegas to be sex toys for them," he explained..

"But, Princess, how do you know she is an underground Vampire? For all we know, they are nothing but myths." Lyne nodded, glancing back at Maya who now approached them with gentle strides. "The Onyx belongs to me and unto me shall it return to." She said. "No one is disputing that, Maya. But there is something I want you to know. The Onyx was given to us willingly and that is why it has been working for us." Maya burst out laughing, throwing her head back. "Indeed. Us? You forget you're not one of us, Princess. You're an outcast and that's what you'll always be."

The retinal scanner blinked green, and the doors slid open with a hiss. Grace stepped inside and shivered. “Feels like walking into a graveyard.” “No,” Adrian said. “This is where monsters are born.” Inside, the Tower was a network of pristine white halls and black-glass chambers. An AI system greeted them. “Welcome, Adrian Ashford. Clearance level: Omega Prime.” The voice was cold. Masculine. Synthetic. It sounded eerily like Alaric. Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Deactivate vocal resemblance.” “Voice adjusted,” the AI responded.

He then sat down with his head lowered and said softly, "I know I've failed you many times due to my impulsiveness, but it was never out of malice. I suffered alongside you when we observed and yearned for our chosen." His surroundings began to transform, as if dawn was slowly approaching, dispersing the suffocating darkness. Onyx leapt up and snarled, sensing an approaching presence, but immediately halted as he recognized her ethereal scent. "Jeez, so dramatic you large lug," spoke a gentle voice from behind. He spun around only to see Angela looking at him with the utmost tenderness. "My Angel? Is it truly you?" Onyx asked with a trembling breath in disbelief as he carefully approached th

We hide behind the bushes and threes and Onyx nods to 4 of our men to take Jack's men down. They sneak up to them from behind the bushes before running up to them and tackling them in their run. The rest of us run out after them and spread around further into the territory taking down Jack's men as we go. I can feel Onyx's anger and adrenaline as he takes control and I feel like I am watching myself from outside of my body as Onyx aggressively takes down any man that attacks him. He looks around sniffing in the air trying to find our mate's smell, but she is not near enough for us to smell her yet. We keep running and tackling wolves before we reach one of the cellars. Onyx jumps down the st

"The northern territory is teeming with independent warlords and heavily armed chieftains—the Calder Dominion is not the sole superpower holding gold in its vaults. Nighthowl Systems has never stood at the valley gates waiting to be selected by a sovereign! Maintain your focus on the Wraithfang core architecture. Leave the political warfare to my claws." A rare, comforting warmth bloomed behind my ribs. "My gratitude, Orion." "Do not turn soft on my radar, kid! I am breaking the connection," he barked, though the underlying affection was unmistakable. I watched the runic glass fade to dark, a quiet smile remaining on my face. My mind didn't attempt to map the precise mechanics Orion intended