Transformers Prime Blackarachnia Novels & Stories

full moon light, no Lord, I whispered, but it was too late to lament, I screamed as my body changes into a beautiful dangerous white wolf, now I'm possessed, I bumped out of the window into the woods, you could guess what my game is, it's hunting, hunting for the dark shadow I don't know of, taking a race after a prey I can't even get in touch with, this is what happens every year, This is the calamity I faced, No my parents faced ever since I was born in that full moon light of Taurus, and I have been marked as the princess of Taurus. Karl POV My name is Karl Plato, I was born with the evil range of Leo flame, When I was sixteen, I killed my father after in which he got me mad by molesting

He let her in her repose. "Can I pull them out from their deaths, Kieran? A lot has been lost" she painfully whispered after a while of her silence. "We could try..." he responded. She turns and stares at him. Silence rules before a faint smile grazed her lips. With her glowing eyes and palms, she entered a trance. "Errapel The Great Healer, Ariella Guardian of the East, Blitzen of Rieka, Xavier the Great Protector, summon and heal" With her last words, Xavier whimpered before his eyes and paws glowed. Taken aback by his body's reaction to Narrah's command he panicked.

"Julie, please take her and conceal her. Now.” Julie seized my hand and dragged me behind a large tree. “There's the King of the Xanathan!” Julie murmured. “He is the Moon Stone pack's Alpha and opposes Prythian.” “The Alpha??” Once again my mouth dropped open in surprise as I cautiously poked my head out of the way to peer at the boat. In other words: Holy crap. You can't help but fall in love with him.

, could transform into an immense and muscular black bat, he was muscular, tall and defined, a true god, in addition to being 2 meters tall. On the other hand, Luna Crimson had long platinum white hair, a half moon mark lying on her forehead, pointed ears, her blue gray eyes, square jaw, pointed ears, her body was muscular, 2 meters tall physique, for hair. his whole body, it looked like a cloak and his chest, he could transform into a huge direwolf, which could be bigger than an elephant.

I was on the roof. There was nowhere to go. I turned around. The door burst open. Marcus Blackwood stood there. He was human again. He was covered in Rian's blood. He smiled. “Nowhere left to run, little Anchor,” Blackwood said. He walked toward me. “Thorne is down. The pack is mine. And you...” He reached out. He grabbed my bleeding arm. He squeezed the wound. I screamed. “You are the battery that will power my empire.”

But doubt crept in—the night's victories felt fragile, like glass underfoot. Minutes later, the door opened to admit the stranger: a sleek gray wolf shifting to human form mid-stride, revealing a woman in her thirties, athletic build, clad in rain-slicked leathers. Her hair was raven-black, eyes a piercing green that scanned the room like a predator assessing threats. Chains bound her wrists—precautionary—held by two enforcers. She bowed her head slightly, respect tinged with wariness. "Alpha Blackwood. I'm Kira, emissary from the Shadowclaw Pack. We heard the battle—felt the shift in power. Hanlon was our enemy too; he owed us debts, spilled our blood in secret deals."

“And we fight for the people you want to turn into slaves! Let him go!” Prime released me and backhanded Liora again. She flew several feet and landed in a heap. Rage gave me one last surge of power. I shifted fully again and attacked with everything I had left, teeth, claws, pure Alpha fury. I tore into Prime’s neck, ripping and shaking until something vital snapped. The enhanced monster staggered. Its golden eyes dimmed. “Mission.. failing..” It dropped to one knee. The Forsaken saw its chance and lunged at the weakened Prime, tearing into it with ancient hunger. “Your artificial heart is mine!”

"You think this is a victory? You've just stunted the planet's evolution. You’ve condemned yourselves to a slow death in a scorched forest." ​"We've lived in the soot before," I said, standing up as the steam began to clear. My hands were no longer green; they were charred, the metal scars glowing with residual heat. "We’re quite good at it." ​Sarah-Prime didn't wait for a second exchange. A small, translucent drone descended from the clouds, snatching her up before Killian could reload. As she ascended, she looked down at the blackened spire of the Ninth Core.

"Soheila, the representative of the Eudoxcus Clan earned 200 points! The Eudoxcus Clan now has 500 points which only indicates that they won! Let's give the Eudoxcus Clan a round of applause. The winners, please kindly come here to the stage we will now give our prizes." Soheila who just went down the stage, walked back again while holding Little Black. Although she looked calm, she was nervous since she saw how the six birds were looking at her. She will now have to explain another thing to them. She kept on surprising them, she admitted it and wanted to apologize for it. Honestly, she didn't know that Little Black can don that, however, it was still unknown to her what kind of spirit beast

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.