Transformers Prime Blackarachnia Novels & Stories

Chase looked at the vibrant spirit of the Black Turtle before him and felt a strong sense of affection. He let the Black Turtle spirit continue licking his finger. Lars was now completely reduced to nothing, but the Basalt Armor was nowhere to be seen. Chase grew curious. Why was only the spirit of the Black Turtle present, but not the armor itself? Chase extended his consciousness to interact with the spirit. Instantly, the Black Turtle spirit coiled around Chase's fingertip and then transformed into a streak of light, rushing into Chase's body.

The Anatomy of the Primordial Heir The "Alpha-Variable" in the cradle was the perfect synthesis of Thorne-Symmetry and Vance-Noise. It was the "Result" Arthur Thorne had spent a century engineering—a being that could reboot the system. But the child wasn't a savior. It was a Black Hole with a heartbeat.

They are wearing more makeup and their dresses got magically shorter. “Good evening.” I answer. “Do you need help?” They fake a shy smile and run their fingers through their long hair. One of them places her hand on the Black Tiger’s shoulder, “What’s your name?” she asks with a melodious tone. I can't stop staring at her hand and I suddenly got scared for her. You never know what might happen. The Black Tiger doesn't seem to care. He peacefully takes his glass and sips his martini. The other girl moves next to him and tightens her arms around her sides to bring out her chest. Pitiful.

Idris Blackthorne "Watch your barking tongue, Tavon Blackthorne!" Magnus Wraith snaps, his throat choking hard on his cup of wild berry wine until his eyes turn watery. "My alpha frame carries ten times more running power and handsome fur than your ugly pelt could ever dream of!" Tavon stays completely blind to the thick, suffocating pack tension rising inside the stone walls, his mouth moving carelessly. "This is absolute forest witchcraft! Is that plain healer female carrying some secret dark moon potion inside her basket?"

“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.

I would tear them apart with my bare hands if need be. Shifting into my fearsome hybrid form, I let out an ear splitting alpha roar that shook the trees. The rogues faltered, terror thick in the air. "You worthless scavengers have courted oblivion this day!" I thundered, stalking forward. "I am Gabriel Blackwood, the prime alpha - and the life you have jeopardized is that of my heir!" With each word, I felt the cosmic energies within me swell, the unstoppable cosmic tides of destiny itself cresting in my veins.

She disappeared into darkness. I leaned back, closing my eyes as the mountain hummed around me. Aria Blackwood. Queen. Weapon. Mother. Soon, she would kneel—not to me, but to necessity. And when she did— The world would break open. ---

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

Celestine answered in a matter-of-fact tone. “But that’s impossible. I know Alpha Primo’s capability. No one, can kill him. He’s untameble whenever his wolf is triggered.” I uttered. I still remember that night when he’s planning to mark me, I can’t recognize him anymore. He’s not the Primo that I fell in love with. “Well, Alpha Priam doesn’t have to scarlet eyes for nothing, Chandria.” That made me look at her. “Those eyes carry an ability that none of us could ever imagine.”