Transformers: Prime Books Novels & Stories

Prime’s hand rested on Alex’s shoulder, fingers tracing the edge of the collar with possessive familiarity. “You look beautiful like this,” Prime murmured, voice a perfect replica of Damian’s but lacking the warmth that had always grounded it. “Heavy with our child. Collared. Claimed. The people see you as a symbol of unity. The one who submitted to power for the greater good.”

“You just the biggest mistake.” My transformation finished and already the girls charged at me, the men followed their lead. This was about to be bloody. ** Blood was everywhere. Not just mines, but the other wolves as well. The girls’ bodies dropped beside their fallen members, one dead and the other, now severely injured. She had a gash in the middle of her stomach. It was deep to the point that she had to keep her hand there. I slammed into my truck, holding my right side. I’m not going to lie, they both did a good amount of damage to me, but I was going to come back from this. She transformed back into her human self, her wolf groaning from the wounds as it disappeared. She tried to get

—the memory of the First World’s destruction—was being targeted by a massive Eraser-Behemoth. "You hated me," the Prime’s voice echoed in her head. "And you were right to. I gave you order when you needed chaos. I gave you a cage when you needed a world. But I also gave you... Resistance. Without me, you would never have become the Feral Six." The Prime-Packet ignited. It wasn't a puck; it was a Sphere of Pure Truth. Elara struck it. She didn't shoot for a goal. She shot the packet directly into the heart of the Architect-Prime.

Matthews placated “That’s more like it. Now talk to me Steph” James said I watched on in amusement as Stephanie took her time to talk just to rile James and everyone in the room up. Seeing as they were all just as interested to know how her training went. “Well for starters, you are looking at the new gamma of alpha Chaos and I have a tattoo to show my status” Stephanie spilled with excitement as she pushed the shirt on her shoulder to show off the rank tattoo which made up of the Chaos family emblem with three moons with a star on top of each of them. And some strange writings under the whole thing.

Is predominately ruled by a monarchy who is advised by a council of the heads of guild. List Of Characters: Sylvie: Our dashing heroine. Originally from the earth realm. Black hair, blue/purple colored eyes, short and clumsy. Uncommon Mage. Xander: Prince of Everaya. Blonde, brown eyed and infuriatingly handsome. Uncommon Mage Demon Lord: Enslaver of Realms. Enemy of the kingdom of Everaya. Frank: Owner/Manager of Jitter, the café where Sylvie is employed.

They were burning the canvas to kill the painting. ​Leo Vane stood in the center of the Iron District, his boots anchored in the emerald vines his mother had summoned. Beside him, Sierra knelt over the fallen Architect-Prime, the grey, hollowed-out version of herself. The Prime’s eyes were open, but they were no longer reflective mirrors; they were windows into a "Server-Room" that was currently on fire.

I could even face HIM with the power of Ares at my disposal. "Stop right there," Derek ordered me. He shot out a plume of his ice blue flames and the caught me in an ever-shrinking circle. "Drop the transformation. It doesn't matter if you have back up, they'll still be outnumbered." "He's the Prime," I spat. "Your rightful master." Luke shrugged. "Did you forget that we were guardians to Primes? Do you really think that those wolves would accept protection from those lesser than them?"

As if to confirm her thoughts, the judge in the middle slowly shook his head, staring at Caleb with condescension. “You have made a grave mistake,” he said. “What you fail to see is that you are the one who began this war. Your departure is what has alerted them to our presence. “Furthermore, she is not the one you think she is.” Caleb began, “Then how do you explain–” Another council member spoke this time, “Many centuries ago there was a case like this. A vampire was immune to weaponry. People thought he was the Messiah then, too. He was not. He was just a half-breed.”

the prime minister shouted again so the sentinels moved closer. I suddenly backed away when I heard what seemed to be the sound of a dislocated bone and Sushi was gradually growing. I felt scared because of his sudden growth. His body was smoking as if they were red from the lungs. Sushi was as tall as me and had long jet black fur. He doesn't look like a puppy anymore, but a fully grown big wolf—he looks like a monster to me now with those gold eyes and large fangs. Thee shall not hurt my own mistress, thee shall meet it's death...

It was just that simple. “For a normal wolf? Not for you?” Sybil asked with a slight frown. “I am not a normal wolf. I am a Prime.” He told her. “Me being alive is what keeps my people sane and not just turn into animals. The lore on how we came to be is handed down verbally. So I am sure there are things missing..” He figured it best to describe so she would understand him and his kind.