Transformers: Prime Books Novels & Stories

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

cleared instantly. The image sharpened into 4K resolution. We stared at the screen. On the dark waters of the southern ocean, a fleet of ships was cutting through the waves. They weren't steel ships. They looked like they were made of white bone or bleached driftwood. They had no sails. No smokestacks. And on the decks stood figures. Thousands of them. They were humanoid, but they wore armor made of the same white material. They stood perfectly still. "What are they?" I whispered. "The Hollow Men," Wulfric’s voice came from the doorway. We turned. Wulfric wasn't there—he was dead. But standing there was Silas, my father. He had aged, his hair completely white now, leaning on a cane much lik