Transformers: Prime Books Novels & Stories

"Because fear of the unknown is more effective than fear of the known. If everyone knows there are six Primes, they can plan around that. But if people suspect there might be more, might be hidden powers watching, they are more cautious. More compliant." "How do you know this?" "I found their records. They kept everything documented. Every Prime who ever existed. Every young Prime who was eliminated. Every pack that was manipulated. Centuries of control written down in books they thought I could not access." Damien looked at her carefully. "How did you access them?"

Still, I love the author, Priam, but his book this time is confusing. His book was always been things about the morphers; how they live, their traditions and more. But this is the first time I came across something like this and for one thing, it is still, Priam's book. It's still early for my shift at the cafe, so I reach for my phone and type the title of the book. "The...first....born." I muttered typing every letter with my heart beating fast.

[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.

Atlas nodded. "So presuming the people who wrote The Lost Ones actually knew what they were talking about, then it would stand to reason that not only is Kiema the shit with her fiery female self, but we're the extra shit because she's a fucking Prime-direct. If she graduates to full Prime, then the notes you've been taking on all of us, Atty, will be more important than ever as we move into the future." "You have a book cataloguing the journey of shifters?" I asked.

I look at Alexander and he looks just as puzzled as me “What do you mean the one to rule them all?” “This is a book from my parents stash, it talks about a powerful female that is a triplet and in generations to come they will rule over the werewolf community” “Are you seriously telling me that a girl is going to lead all of werewolf kind?” Alexander was laughing at the thought. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Kayla slams the book shut sending another cloud of dust into the air, her eyes were black and she was staring at Alexander annoyed with his question. My brother had little respect for women being in charge, yet he better get used to it.

Clara The room hummed with nervous energy while we waited for Jake to return with the Leaders everyone once again on high alert now that we knew there actually was a way for the infected to breach our walls, the impenetrable compound no longer seemed so safe. A shuffling of bodies shifted to reveal the grim faces of our leaders, each one looking tired and haggard, as though none of them had slept in a week and I contemplated that just maybe they hadn't. “Mr Jones said that you found something?” Jade questioned.

The driver turned to look at him. “Can you please help me get my things out of the boot?” The driver cast a quick glance at Sarah, hesitated then stepped out. He walked smartly to the boot and some seconds later, Harold's luggage was on the pavement. Max, too, stepped out of the car and got his luggage from the boot. Mr. Travis hurried to the car when that was done. “Max,” Sarah called to her son. The young werewolf who had a fine build walked to the side of the car his mother was in.

Prince Xander Reenan transforms back into human form after Queen Lourine's visit. He was dressed in royal clothes and was about to go to meet his mother. He took a deep breath and exhaled roughly. Just as he was about to leave his room, he suddenly heard something from the window. He quickly turned around and walked to the window. A very beautiful little bird was trying to get into his room. The prince frowned. He opened his bedroom window and the bird flew in very quickly. The prince turned and was surprised when he saw the bird turning into a human. It turned out that the bird was Glory's incarnation. "Glory? Why are you here all of a sudden and why don't you just come in through the door?

I know this presence. Not from memory. From inheritance. “You’re… a Prime,” I whisper. The massive wolf lowers its head slightly, gaze locking onto mine. Its voice enters my mind like the echo of mountains shifting. Once. The creatures scream. They scatter blindly, some fleeing back through the tears, others clawing desperately at the ground as the Prime’s presence rejects them outright. Reality snaps shut around them, seams sealing with violent finality. Silence crashes down again—thick, stunned, reverent.

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.