Transformers: Prime Autobots Novels & Stories

The goal of dying in peace rather than being cursed to follow evil biddings for the rest of their existence. They were the last of the Primes, an ancient blood of werewolves made to be a puppet of warring tribes. And Augustus vowed to protect his brothers no matter what. He had no time to waste now. He needed to think fast on how to break their curse and be human to find peace they had been seeking for what seemed an eternity now. Yet he knew it wouldn’t be easy. Nothing in their life was. Distraction would do him no good. Entering his room on the third floor, he pulled off his hoodie over his head, realizing something was in the front pocket. Reaching for it, he stared at an I.D., reading t

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

"The Arbor Prime feeds on the Seeds it grows. Yours is still linked to the First Seed. *Use it*." The Custodian snarls. "Traitorous prototype!" The garden convulses. --- **The Rebellion** The Eden clone fights his siblings, his void-eyes bleeding gold. "The Arbor Prime's heart! Destroy it!" Veyra and I sprint toward the First Seed, dodging roots and entropy fire. The clones give chase, but the Eden clone sacrifices himself, tackling the Kelly clone into the river of time. The Custodian blocks our path. "You'll ruin *everything*!"

"Ang bata ang tanging may kakayahang mag-overload sa Neural Net nang hindi namamatay ang mga taong naka-link dito." ​"Pero may problema," singit ni Mara. "Ang Prime ay protektado ng 'The Archangels'—tatlong dambuhalang mechs na binuo ni Gaia gamit ang data ng iyong Wolf Armor, Xander. Alam nila ang bawat galaw mo bago mo pa ito gawin." ​ANG PAGHAHANDA NG WOLF

Amy felt it was impossible to find Tony’s car amid hundreds of other parked cars. At first, Amy thought about doing what Azad told her. She also was tempted to hit an engine start button on the car key, which would remotely activate Tony’s ride. After eight dragging minutes of walking and searching, it seemed hopeless, until Amy spotted a familiar red pearl metallic sedan parked backward between a pillar and a white motorcycle. Amy found Tony’s car. The car looked like a red Transformer robot disguised as a mid-sized sedan. There was a good part and a bad part. The good part was that Amy found The Supercharged Beast. The bad part was that there were six huge guys dressed in black camouflage

The attendant grunted in response watching a movie on her holographic tablet. A small shop robot gilded towards Temi. "Good afternoon. How may I help you?" It said. It was obvious it was a first-generation robot. It had small arms and no mouth or a face. A small red beam on its smooth pearl head was its eyes and it currently focused its attention on Temi. "Where can I get an auto-trans?" Temi asked. "Once you step out, take a fork left and go straight. There is currently an auto-trans waiting."

She knew that whoever was out there probably had it. Aries glanced at the door, and mentally he snapped at the one out there to leave what they had at the door and go. It was obeyed too, he just pushed it in their mind. They immediately responded to his command. He was Alpha Prime after all. None of them were going to be able to fight a real command he gave. “I’m not going anywhere.” Sybil figured she needed to appease him. For whatever reason he was infatuated with her at the moment.

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."

Then, just as the armored truck crossed the sensor line, Michael pressed the trigger. A deafening blast tore through the street. Fire erupted, throwing metal and concrete in every direction. Jessica sprinted forward through the smoke, weapon raised, heart pounding. The first guard fell before he even turned. The second shouted a warning silenced by Romeo's shot from above. But as the dust settled, a low mechanical hum echoed through the air. Jessica froze. From the center of the wrecked convoy, the armored truck's back doors blew open and what stepped out wasn't human. A towering exosult, black and gleaming, powered by a core that pulsed like living fire.

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.