Transformers Prime Allspark Novels & Stories

"Even if we don't feel the spark anymore?" He nodded again, as if he was so certain. "Even when the spark is gone." I smiled to myself. I just couldn't put my emotions into words. All I knew was this thing was real. This was something I could hold on. And deep inside I was hoping this thing would last. I just learned how to love faithfully again. That kind of love that was certain and secured. That kind of love that was real. "Shall we go home now?" He asked.

Damien stepped between him and the others. “Stop.” Prime’s gaze fixed on Damien. He tilted his head, observing him like a reflection puzzled by its original. “You are… the seed,” Prime said. His voice was distorted—multi-layered, as if several voices echoed inside one. Damien’s pulse pounded. “You don’t have to follow his programming.” “I do not follow,” Prime replied. “I inherit.” He extended his hand, and for a moment, it wasn’t threatening. It was almost… curious. Reaching not to strike, but to connect.

I said after a minute. He didn’t look back. “I didn’t say I was.” “Most people would be.” “Most people don’t manage containment protocols for unstable elemental signatures.” “Wow,” I muttered. “You really know how to charm a girl.” I murmured aloud sarcastically He stopped walking so abruptly I nearly walked straight into his back. When he turned, his expression was still perfectly controlled, but something in his gaze sharpened. “You are a Prime,” he said. “Your power profile includes atmospheric manipulation, tectonic disturbance, hydromantic displacement, and fire resonance.”

Jacob flung himself onto the soft sofa in his living room, impatiently. In his hand was the cell phone that he kept gripping with annoyance. "Damn it!" he cursed impatiently. I don't know how many times he had tried to contact the person who should be in charge of some of the final projects he was working on. Jacob was supposed to be in charge, but the final approval was in the hands of Bryan, the head of the RoseGold group. As long as Bryan was in charge, Jacob couldn't do much. He has to wait and wait for his business to run smoothly.

’ I replied, looking out the window. “Harley, what can you tell us about the Beta at the Silver Springs Pack?” Duncan asked from the front seat. He turned to look at me. I was surprised at the contrast between Anders and Duncan. Much like the difference in Alpha Michael and Alpha Callan, their physical appearance was complete opposites. I didn’t know much about Duncan, except from the bits and pieces that Anders had shared, which hadn’t been much.

"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.

I could even face HIM with the power of Ares at my disposal. "Stop right there," Derek ordered me. He shot out a plume of his ice blue flames and the caught me in an ever-shrinking circle. "Drop the transformation. It doesn't matter if you have back up, they'll still be outnumbered." "He's the Prime," I spat. "Your rightful master." Luke shrugged. "Did you forget that we were guardians to Primes? Do you really think that those wolves would accept protection from those lesser than them?"

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

[SOURCE IDENTIFIED: THE CHRONOS PRIME] [STATUS: ASCENSION DETECTED] [DIRECTIVE: ERASE THE FUTURE] I gripped the steering wheel, my eyes turning to twin solar flares of lethal gold. One more god. And then my son could finally sleep.

"INITIATING TOTAL REALITY REBOOT. AUTHORIZATION: PRIME. ERASURE OF SECTOR 0-9-9-H INEVITABLE." They didn't feel fear or anger. They only saw a glitch that needed to be formatted. The Prime Architects raised their hands, preparing to execute the command that would simultaneously delete the Earth, the Prometheus, and every soul within them from the multiverse’s source code. "System Command: OVERRIDE," a voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere, layered with the terrifying harmonic resonance of the First Weaver. The central console of the Prime Architects violently short-circuited. The silver and azure geometric forms glitched, turning a corrupted, sickly black.