Transformers: Prime Autobots Novels & Stories

"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.

She observed the opponent's colossal object, its tires were enormous, and it moved through the water effortlessly. Thea crawled out of the car and then got into the other car. The other party's car suddenly changed its shape, just like a Transformers, and a huge hook suddenly appeared from its tail. It hooked Thea's car and lifted it up in the air. Thea was stunned, “Isn't this car amazing?" The assistant looked at her with a dumbfounded expression and said, "This is the least technologically advanced thing in the young master's basement." The huge creature suddenly trembled.

With eyes seemingly blazing from determination, Sir Rigor's energy can't get any more infectious. When I was a kid, I was an avid fan of the transformers. Optimus Prime's motivational speeches had me standing on my theatre seat and convinced me to fight the Decepticons. Sir Rigor resembles him right now. "We're ready when you're ready, Miles. Ten thousand of my men are encircling the harbor... " With my fingers shivering and my head facing the ground, I muttered, "Before I use my enhancement, I have a request, Sir Rigor."

He goes silent for ten whole seconds before replying in a different tone, “The Optimus Prime is bigger too right, Mummy? Optimus Prime is one hundred thousand times bigger than Superman, right Mummy? Right?" I heave in relief when he's no longer upset by the excitement of his voice, "Yeah. Optimus Prime can even transform into robot and truck but Superman cannot." Being a mom of two boys, my life is filled with robots and superheros. I can't help but wonder if I'm having boys too or girls for a change when I was pregnant with his children. Crisis is resolved; Cruz agreed to wear the Optimus Prime pyjamas. I glance at my watch to check the time, it's 7. No wonder they are having pyjamas battl

Now, they were a High-Density Botnet. "Twelve thousand units," Caleb whispered, his voice still raspy from the "Alpha Prime" extraction. He stood at my left, his new charcoal-grey tactical armor reflecting the emerald glow of the room. "They aren't marching, Sereia. They're moving in a Perfect Sync. No radio chatter, no supply lines. It’s like they’re all running on the same clock." I zoomed in on a cluster of signals crossing the Tundra Line. The resolution sharpened, showing a battalion of Alliance infantry. They weren't wearing traditional gear. They were draped in white, translucent polymers that hummed with a clinical light—the same light as the Maintainers.

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.

Without missing a beat, she started screaming like a banshee. “WHAT?!” Regina said. “Withdraw! Right now! You are not going to ruin Jemisha’s chances at becoming a Luna!” Jemisha looked at me with a wicked smile. “That’s right, sister. I heard Silas joined, and you ran right behind him and entered, too. I joined to make sure that you don’t embarrass yourself.” “Silas entered? How wonderful for him,” I said. “Withdraw, Neriah! You need to let your sister have this!” Regina screamed.

—a floating monolith of archived history—and swung himself into a landing on a platform made of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the aperture of the bridge hummed with a cold, sterile light. Standing at the edge was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. Her silver hair shimmered like a dying star, and her eyes—that chilling, calculated violet—looked down at them not with hatred, but with a terrifying Indifference.

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

I said, "keep filming. If the world stops watching, the ink runs dry." --- ### The Gates of Prime We ran. Rowan, Sam, and a dozen other "Restored" survivors followed the golden path. We didn't need cars. The road moved beneath us, a treadmill of pure intent. As we reached the gates of the Aethel-Prime tower, the "Real World" security was waiting. They weren't robots. They were men in black tactical gear, holding rifles. "Stop!" the commander yelled. "You are trespassing on private property! These 'Organisms' are corporate assets!"