Transformers Onyx Prime Novels & Stories

"We handled the Board. We can handle a few angry grandpas." "They aren't grandpas," Reyes said grimly. "They’ve spent the last century synthesizing their consciousness with pre-war combat AI. They are post-human. And they are waking up the Prime Forges. Neo-Angeles isn't a city anymore; it's a war machine. And they are expanding." Dax lowered his SMG an inch. He looked at the massive, crippled Crawler. Its treads were completely blown, and smoke was billowing from the primary intake vents. It wasn't going anywhere.

Inside the shield, it was dry, illuminated by the harsh industrial floodlights of the base. Below, in the courtyard, two hundred soldiers were moving in perfect synchronization. They weren't the starving refugees I had saved from the jungle six months ago. They were unrecognizable. They moved like oil. Silent. Lethal. They wore matte-black armor synthesized from the island’s mineral deposits and treated with Mara’s alchemical compounds. They carried weapons modified with Western solar tech and Northern iron. They were the Onyx Legion. And they were terrifying. "We launch at the New Moon," I said, the date hanging over us like a guillotine. "Forty-eight hours."

Chris spun around as if he were looking for something or someone. “You can come out now,” he shouted, “I’m sure you all got a great fucking laugh from trying to fool the famously gullible Christopher Red.” James blew out a heavy breath before the sound of snapping and rearranging bones echoed through the dense forest. Where a man once stood was replaced by the magnificent beast that is Onyx. His deep, almost black fur shined under the rays of sunlight, showing off their lighter brown tips.

“Today!! And now, I am taking this responsibility to grow, build, protect and preserve this pack. We will face the enemies like stones, we will grow together like trees,we'll stand tall like pillars and we never let anyone take anything from us.” “I, Onyx Mikkelson, from Copenhagen but originally belonged to the Silver moon pack, taking my oath to protect this sacred ground of moon goddess and will serve as alpha till the last breath I take. Grant me power and wisdom, my moon goddess!” I took the path and soon, my entire body glowed like a luminous lava. The goddess has accepted as their child and blessed me with her powers. The wolves howled loudly in the sky and I repeated after them. The

There was no grass, no snow, only a pile of micro-circuits pulsing with a constant neon blue light. That is not soil, Bima whispered, realizing they were still trapped in an illusion deeper than he had ever imagined. The entity laughed, a hollow, dry sound. You are quite clever for an organic unit that is about to be defragmented, the entity remarked, its outstretched hand slowly morphing into a blade of liquid metal. Core Prime does not need two Bimas. It only needs one that carries no emotional burden. Bima felt his blistered fists begin to leak the residual golden energy stored within his muscle cells.

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

I have no control over Onyx, he is a force and more like Bastein, he is unruly and broody and only 4 and I can’t help but chuckle as he runs around, with a cowboy hat on and a water gun shooting at the cars. I hear a loud chuckle, and my attention goes to the Alpha King Bête DeLaNuit as he stands there with his hands held up in surrender as Onyx points his water gun at him, but what happens next shocked all of us. Onyx squirts him dead in the face and my eyes widen, but before I can do a thing, King Bête bends over and scoops him up in his huge arms, “I’ll take this one back with me, I can use a boy that is fearless.”

I rub circles on his back and try to comfort him as much as possible. “Rasheed, Onyx is shifting.” I mind link him. “I’m on my way, isn’t it too early for him to shift? Werewolves shift at night G, are you sure?” Rasheed mind links back. “Normally, but Onyx is also Fae, and Demon. That could be affecting him.” “MOMMMMM” Onyx screams. “It’s okay Onyx, mom is here. I am not leaving your side. I will be right here with you all the way, try not to fight it my boy. You are strong, you are an Alpha, a royal, you are going to get through this.”

Once everyone had been served, Nwabueze's father tapped the side of his crystal water goblet with a salad fork, gaining everyone's attention. "Good evening," he said, standing up. His voice was laced with a thick Nigerian accent. "As the eldest Alpha here tonight, it is my duty to honor our hosts, Alpha Superior Deveraux and his Luna Evelyn, and thank them for preparing this Centennial." Everyone applauded politely and I noticed Jace come back into the room and take a seat on the other side of Adam, who shot him a hard glance. "I'm looking forward to this week. I'm hoping our meetings move the entire population of Lycanthropes forward and go by swiftly, Alpha Oghojafor continued.

They weren't gods of flesh and blood; they were non-sentient, super-intelligent AIs—the ultimate executors of absolute efficiency. "ALERT," the central Prime, a being composed of millions of interlinking silver prisms, pulsed with chaotic red light. "Anomaly 0-9-9-H (Earth) has breached quarantine. Security Fleet integrity: 12%. Rogue Weaver integration with Sovereign Alpha: 99.8%. Probability of total dimension formatting failure: 78%." The second Prime, a sphere of swirling azure calculations, offered the only logical solution. "INITIATING TOTAL REALITY REBOOT. AUTHORIZATION: PRIME. ERASURE OF SECTOR 0-9-9-H INEVITABLE."