Transformers: Prime Autobots Novels & Stories

A thick, grey mist rolled in from the Iron-Grave, carrying with it the sound of rhythmic, metallic clicking. The Shadow-Prime had sent his "Frost-Sentinels." These weren't the nanite-infected shifters from the day before; these were Automatons of Ice and Iron. They were tall, spindly things made of rusted gears and frozen brine, their eyes glowing with a cold, blue light. They didn't breathe, and they didn't feel the winter. "THEY'RE AT THE LOWER GATES!" Magnus roared, his voice sounding thin in the freezing air. He was leading a group of shifters armed with simple steel axes and torches, but the torches were flickering and dying in the heavy mist.

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

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

"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

—an exchange of "Methods-of-Persistence." "You have survived the Silence with 'Weight'," the Prime-Kinetic vibrated, its form momentarily stabilizing into a humanoid shape of "Whirling-Gears." "We have survived it with 'Speed.' Separately, we are 'Islands.' Together, we are a 'Transmission.' If we link our 'Engines,' we can 'Drive-Back' the Silence from the entire sector."

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

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.

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE MOTHER] [STATUS: TERMINAL PETRIFICATION 94%] [VERDICT: EXHAUSTED CONDUCTOR] The Prime’s voice wasn't a sound; it was a tectonic roar that bypassed my ears and vibrated directly in my stone ribs. He ignored me. He looked at Leo—the "System Correction" he had planted in the bloodline five centuries ago. [REMAINDER. RETURN. REBOOT.] Leo went rigid. His small fists opened, his gold static flaring until the room turned white. He didn't look at the Prime with hate; he looked at him with a terrifying, clinical devotion.

In a flash they spread out, wings flashing electricity, the group watching from above forgotten, Obiora was right, this is what they do best. Binta worked her body into a blur, blitzed forward to meet the charging machines and dropped the first set of drones in a blast of electricity as Obiora charged the group of giant robots pounding the first in line into matchwood and then hurled the ruined metal unto it's mates. Babybaby leapt on Shettima’s back as he rendered both of them intangible while a cyborg cat leaping for them crashed through them against another cat Orchid had frozen into popsicle.