Novel & Cerita Transformers: Prime Airachnid

Their leader was more machine than flesh, with neural interfaces visible beneath transparent skin. "Earth-Machina acknowledges Earth-Prime and Earth-Arcanum," the figure announced in a voice that was clearly artificial but somehow still warm. "I am Coordinator Prime-7. Our reality survived the Void through technological transcendence. We uploaded our consciousnesses into quantum computers, becoming digital beings that the Void could not erase." "You're AI?" I asked carefully.

The Anti-Primordial is descending and everything it touches just stops existing, wolves and ground and air all fading into nothing. “Do it,” I tell my children. “I didn’t survive everything just to watch reality dissolve now.” The New Primordial connects to me and I feel it immediately, cosmic power channeling through my Alpha Supreme bonds, using thousands of wolves as a battery to anchor itself in reality. And I start aging.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He asks. "I just know this." I tell him looking him right in the eyes. "I'm not afraid of you.' "Then you are foolish." he growls, "I.am Kaden Delacourt. The Primordial hybrid. Destroyer of packs and bringer of death. I killed my own mother and father. Tortured my siblings for eternity. Destroyed countless packs, slaughtering anyone that dared to stand in my way and yet you say you don't fear me? Do I scare you now?!" He growls, snarling his teeth at me.

The air at Level 99 was thick enough to chew. It didn't smell like the antiseptic scent of the upper floors; instead, it carried the odors of ancient minerals, frozen nitrogen, and a metallic tang that felt like high-voltage blood. The ice cathedral was immense, with a ceiling lost in a swirling mix of frost and violet static. At its center sat the Core-Prime, an obsidian heart the size of a siege tank, wrapped in a web of silver filaments resembling a nervous system.

I know this presence. Not from memory. From inheritance. “You’re… a Prime,” I whisper. The massive wolf lowers its head slightly, gaze locking onto mine. Its voice enters my mind like the echo of mountains shifting. Once. The creatures scream. They scatter blindly, some fleeing back through the tears, others clawing desperately at the ground as the Prime’s presence rejects them outright. Reality snaps shut around them, seams sealing with violent finality. Silence crashes down again—thick, stunned, reverent.

"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.

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

'What the actual f*ck,' Luca grumbled in the mind link as Hunter groaned in annoyance. Why would he annoy him so early in the morning? 'The f*ck you want?' 'Dude, Alpha King has sent his whole f*cking troop for you. They just crossed the border and Princess Violet is among them,' Luca said and Hunter abruptly sat up straight. 'WHAT?' He asked, shocked. 'Get your ass up here,' Luca muttered before he cut off their link.

into the Prime’s veins, turning the grey, hollow shell into a vibrant, living "Conduit." ​The Migration Begins ​The Architect-Prime’s mouth opened, and a sound erupted that wasn't a voice. It was a "Siren" that echoed through the minds of every person on Earth. ​"THE DOOR IS OPEN." ​Across Neo-Tokyo, the Alphas didn't run. They "Closed their eyes." They trusted the Vane-Link.

The two projectiles lodge themselves onto each wrist as Ursa drops her shining net over her Uncle’s head. The scent of burning flesh hits the air as Primus screams in agony, the silvery net shining bright blue with the glow of the starfire crystals. A silver collar and two silver cuffs appear where the projectiles pierced Primus’ flesh. A terrible roar shakes itself free from Primus’ throat as his body begins to shrink, the cuffs adjusting in size with him as it zaps him repeatedly with bright blue flashes of contained lightning. I roar along with him, my arms outstretched helplessly as Primus’s wings wrap around his body as a useless shield.