Transformers Prime Blackarachnia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As if their instincts remember exactly who sits at the top of the food chain. The doors open— And there he stands. Tall. Unbending. Dressed in deep forest green and black, the cloak of his rank trailing behind him like smoke. Eyes like steel. A presence that crushes and commands in the same breath. Alpha Prime Thorne. The most powerful wolf alive. And he’s looking right at me as if he knows the reason I'm here.

They had twins named Leo and Luna, whom they loved dearly and who were destined to inherit their kingdom. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, the king and queen needed to protect their twins. To do so, they changed their names when they began school. Leo became Allistaire, a strong Lycan Prince. In contrast, Luna became Aliyah, an omega who could move objects without touching them and read minds. But these abilities were not easy for her to control. Often, her nose would bleed when she used them. She had no one to guide her, fearing her parents might find out.

They move like a storm without sound. They break through the treeline in a brilliant wave, power surging in their wake, and the battlefield responds. The black magic shrieks like it knows what’s coming. Some of the dark creatures twist and collapse. Others flee outright. Our warriors raise their heads, bloodied and gasping, and for the first time in days, they hope.

“Alpha… the news just came from Gamma… The bodies have increased and the rogues are starting to target children.” “What?” My voice was a low growl before I could stop it. Rage exploded through me, hot and vicious. I felt my beast surge forward, demanding release, demanding blood. I was already halfway shifted when Brian stepped in front of me, holding up a hand. “Alpha, wait! You can’t just rush in. That’s what they are counting on… It's your temper. If they get you to lose control in front of everyone, they will have exactly what they need to strip you of your Alpha title.”

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.

Crueler. I stood underneath the timber, fingers wrapped around myself, trying not to collapse again. But then I heard something. A department snapping. Not far. I came quickly, my coronary heart pounding. “Damien?” I referred to it as. No solution. “Brandon?” I took a step back closer to the cabin. Still nothing. Then, from the back of a tree, a figure stepped out. Not the girl from earlier. Not a person I’d ever seen. He changed into tall, wrapped in black, with a scar across his left cheek and eyes that didn’t blink.

I have never been to this place before because I don't recognize this place. I look down at myself and I'm still dressed in my work clothes, but they're dirty and stained with blood. My hands are shackled to the chair I'm sitting on and there's no means of escape. I try to jostle my hands out of their bondage but it's tight as hell. " You can't break out of that, sweetheart." A voice says. I turn my head to the source of the voice and I'm surprised to see Bianca. She's dressed in all black attire. Black pants, black boots, black top. Bianca takes slow strides to my bonded form as she bends a little so we're eye to eye.

Ibekwe crept towards the tree and tried to look inside the pot to discover its contents, but it was too high —too high for him to see. After much useless stretching of his limbs to catch a glimpse at the black pot, he decided to climb the tree to clear his curiosity once and for all. As he climbed the tree slowly, placing one foot over another and moving upwards at every push, he finally got to where the black pot hung. He opened the lid and looked inside the pot. Strange images that he had never seen filled his eyes. Images depicting different humans that he had never met. He stretched his hands wider and gazed at the pot inquisitively, then he stopped. Allowing the vision he had just seen

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 response was instantaneous, explosive, and primordial. A deep, deafening roar erupted from Eldrick’s chest, not the multi-tonal, demonic rasp of the entity we had destroyed in the kitchens, but the true, thunderous voice of the reawakened Blackthorn Alpha. The cracked, weeping bond inside my chest didn't just heal; it snapped back together with the force of a lightning strike, a massive, concussive wave of warmth expanding through my veins like liquid gold. The psychic numbness vanished in an instant, replaced by the vibrant, chaotic reality of his presence, the sharp scent of cedar, the electric tang of ozone, and an absolute, feral protective instinct that wrapped around my mind like i