Transformers Prime Blackarachnia Novels & Stories

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

His speech was slower and almost uncaring. “And a Prime?” She asked again. “Right now all you need to know is that an Alpha Prime’s existence is what keeps us from being the monsters others fear.” Sybil swallowed. She wanted more information than that, but clearly Daral wasn’t feeling like sharing more. They reached the door of Aries room and Daral slowly blinked. He looked at the door like he wasn’t sure what he was doing here. Sybil reached into her pack and pulled out a dark salt stick and broke it puting it right under his nose. He jerked away from her slightly and his gaze cleared immediately. He blinked and rubbed his nose looking like he was going to sneeze.

He had the same white hair with some black patches and wore rather normal clothes. He was a half-human-cat, they could change their forms and transform into humans whenever they wanted. Kai had been around her observing her for the past 3 years and today was the first time he had changed his form and it was all because of the dark energy that he felt around her. It scared him and he didn’t dare touch her in his human form cause of how strong it was. He closed his eyes and concentrated. He was using telepathy to talk to someone. “Your majesty…we might have to do something, it seems like the time has come…the princess’s life is in danger.” He said to that person as he talked to the queen, Sian

"Her name's Tahira, Blake, we'll know more about her during the wedding and mating ceremony." Aiden said, twitching his jaw as if he said something abominable and licking his lower lips. Aiden was just the epitome of wicked beauty. His face was like a refined mineral, smooth and clean and his golden eyes could get anyone hypnotized. "This is Blake, Tahira, He's the second in command in charge of the black Crystal Pack." He said and I turned to look at another hot snack whose bodies were like those of wrestlers. Hard naked arms with muscles that could be strong enough to lift me and pin me to the wall.

He inverted it," Leo interrupted. He was staring at the floor, his eyes unfocused. "He didn't get rid of his power," Leo said. "He turned it inside out. A Prime pushes energy out. The Architect pulls energy in. He's a black hole." He looked at Damian. "That's why he wears the mask. If he takes it off... he eats the light around him." "A living black hole," Kai muttered. "Great. And we're hiding in a city powered by a star. We're basically serving ourselves up on a heated platter." "He doesn't just want to eat the Star," Silas said. "He wants to invert it. If he throws the

The Prime Beast smelled her weakness and lunged again. Thorne and two warriors formed a wedge formation to shield Lyra’s flank. Eira took the front with me. I shouted orders with full Alpha dominance. “Left flank, drive it toward the support wall!” “Do not let it scent the heir again!” The pack obeyed instantly, but the Prime Beast ignored formations; it targeted Lyra only. The Prime Beast’s tracking ability is biological, not magical. It can sense the heir’s heartbeat through solid rock.

—a floating monolith of archived history—and swung himself into a landing on a platform made of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the aperture of the bridge hummed with a cold, sterile light. Standing at the edge was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. Her silver hair shimmered like a dying star, and her eyes—that chilling, calculated violet—looked down at them not with hatred, but with a terrifying Indifference.

The horizon dims, twilight clinging to the field long after sunrise. The first stranger arrives at noon. He's human, or close enough-a man in a tattered lab coat, his skin etched with glowing circuitry. He collapses at the edge of camp, clutching a device that hums with Arbor Prime static. Ravel drags him to the fire, her crossbow trained on his throat. "Who are you?" she demands. The man's pupils flicker, mechanical. **"Designation: Dr. Ephraim Voss. Last surviving architect of the Arbor Prime's cradle."**

"What is she talking about?" Even Elena looked surprised. "Aurora, dear… you've been in the North? That's where the royals and the Alpha Prime's court reside…" I sighed. There was no hiding it now. I looked around at the faces staring at me—Damian's shock, Juliette's smug satisfaction, Elena's confusion. "Mrs. Blackwood," I said quietly. "I'm not human. My father is Caspian Nightshade. The Alpha Prime." Damian grabbed my shoulders. His grip was hard enough to bruise. "That's impossible. You're human. I would have known. I would have felt it."

Félix shouted, launching himself over the railing with his daggers. The battle for the Ark was a claustrophobic, slippery nightmare. The shifters fought on the narrow catwalks and the sloping obsidian walls, the spray of the ocean making every footing a gamble. Runa and the Deep Woods wolves were in their element, moving through the rigging with a feral grace, their green auras clashing against the blue bioluminescence of the shadows. But the real threat was the Leviathan-Prime. A massive, bone-plated serpent, twice the size of the ones we had seen in the harbor, erupted from the waves. It slammed its head into the Spire’s hull, the kinetic seals flickering under the impact.