Transformers: Prime Airachnid Novels & Stories

he continues before letting me go and meeting my gaze. I tilt my head. "The nightcrawlers. It turns out they're not what I thought they are. Remember when you met Syria?" I nodded. "You healed her and brought her back, and she was a nightcrawler," he says. I went silent for a few seconds before I realized something and my eyes snap at him. Yes, I remember now. Syria was a nightcrawler, and when I touched her... "That means all the others are..." I looked at Hunter who nods before saying, "Dragon shifters. They were cursed, but you can lift it. You can save them, just like you saved Syria," he tells me as I step back and gasp.

—the memory of the First World’s destruction—was being targeted by a massive Eraser-Behemoth. "You hated me," the Prime’s voice echoed in her head. "And you were right to. I gave you order when you needed chaos. I gave you a cage when you needed a world. But I also gave you... Resistance. Without me, you would never have become the Feral Six." The Prime-Packet ignited. It wasn't a puck; it was a Sphere of Pure Truth. Elara struck it. She didn't shoot for a goal. She shot the packet directly into the heart of the Architect-Prime.

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."

"This is what they've been hyping us about? He's so scrawny!" The insectoid Prime Chimera flew towards Len and studied him up and down. Len was highly alarmed by the monster's blade - like arms that flailed around him. The loud buzzing of the insectoid's wings hurt his ears and from up close, Lars could identify that this Prime Chimera was derived from orchid mantis based on its pink colorations. "Hymeno, you absolute moron. We all look like that at some point," Axylia said. "Surely not as pathetic - looking as this one. Look at him!"

"He’s a fragment. A piece of Julian’s original consciousness, embedded in a biological weapon." Sentinel Prime advanced, the air around him crackling with frost. The concrete walls of the vault began to crack, spiderwebbing under the sheer force of his presence. His voice was a guttural rumble that vibrated through the very ground. "I am the... beginning. You are... the end." Caspian shoved Jade behind him. "Aris, fall back! Get to the extraction point!" Aris, her face grim, laid down a covering fire before retreating into the tunnel. She knew they couldn't win a direct fight.

Ford asked, straightening. She nodded, reading through the text. Then paused, her finger stopping on a specific paragraph. "Listen to this. 'A true Prime child cannot be hidden by a weak vessel. The mother of a Prime will temporarily exhibit abnormal physical strength, one enough to counter a standard Alpha in order to protect the lineage before the child’s first shift." The words hit the silent vault like a thunderclap. Ford froze entirely, his breath stopped in his throat as his face turned an ashen, bloodless white.

Rhea saw one labeled Moon-Pool: Biological Heritage and felt a surge of protective rage that she immediately suppressed. ​"Calculated movement," she reminded herself, her daggers held in a neutral grip. ​They were met in the central atrium by a squad of "Sentinel-Primes." These weren't the spindly janitors from the perimeter. These were heavy, quadrupedal machines armored in the same black glass as the tower, their movements fluid and predatory.

"The Witness showed me the end of your path. You burn the world to save a dream. I’m saving the world by turning it into a diamond." "You're killing her!" Lyra screamed, the shadows at her feet rising like hungry cobras. "I am preserving her," the Witness corrected, her voice echoing with the authority of a future already written. "She is the Architect Prime. Her mind is the blueprint for the New World. You, Aero, are merely the spark we need to ignite the engine." The Witness raised her hand, and the emerald rift in the sky began to descend. "The Harvest begins," she whispered. "Yield, and I will make the transition painless."

"My name is Zora Vane. And this is my home." "Your name is a designation, dear," she said, walking toward me with a "Tyler Perry" motherly condescension. "I am Aethel-Prime. I was the one who planted the mercury-veins in this planet’s crust ten thousand years ago. I’ve been waiting for a version of myself to grow strong enough to hatch the core." Aethel-Prime didn't use a weapon. She pulled a golden "Data-Sphere" from her belt and tossed it into the air.

The drone, now directly overhead, emitted a high-pitched whine, a triumphant song of impending assimilation. Bima fought through the haze, forcing his gaze downward, past the shimmering Nectar, towards the terrifying depths where the 'serpent's root' lay hidden. He knew, with chilling certainty, that this direct assault was Core Prime's desperate attempt to prevent them from reaching that ancient entity.