Transformers Prime Chromia Novels & Stories

The Hunger-Prime hadn't just been pushed back by the Synthesis; it had learned from it. The "Shadow-Wolf" opened its mouth, releasing a distorted, screaming frequency of Kael's own Alpha-call. As the ship's shields began to buckle under the weight of the "Anti-Synthesis" howl, Lyra did not look afraid. She looked angry. She walked to the center of the bridge, her skin transforming into solid, glowing Primal Marrow. "It's singing my song wrong," she said. "I'm going to fix it."

Astraeus turned his head slowly. Elara gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Her son’s eyes, usually a soft silver like his father’s, were now swirling with a solid, amethyst fire—the exact color of Elara’s Primal energy. But beneath the violet, there was a streak of necrotic green, pulsing like a heartbeat. "Astraeus, come to me," Elara pleaded, reaching out her hand. "Step away from the shadow, baby." The boy didn't move. Instead, the shadows behind him began to stretch and warp, taking the shape of a tall, elegant woman with hair like spun starlight and eyes as cold as a dead moon. It was the Architect.

Jase says menacingly. Storm’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t think I don’t know you work for the Death Kings. I am the leader of C.H.A.O.S. and you’re on my turf where I hold seniority. You and your team are here to train under us for now, Storm Diesel Benson aka Clyde, leader of Tempest.” Jase has a smile of superiority playing across his lips.

As she looked at Freya's primordial spirit, Miss Sixth exclaimed in shock, "Oh, my! This is a true immortal's primordial spirit, a level achievable only in the realm of immortals after ascension." Chad had no mind to ponder that. His thoughts were consumed by Freya's master. He asked, "Is it okay to leave her here?" Miss Sixth noticed Chad's unease. "It's fine. But are you okay? Your face looks terrible." "I'm fine. If there's no problem, I'll leave now." "Alright." Chad quickly exited the Mystic Archives and returned from the visualization state. He remained seated, unmoving, his mind replaying the scenes from Freya's memory.

BOOOOM! The five hundred year old pure Chi energy shield shattered into smithereens in three seconds under the onslaught of Chloe Vanguard's trillion dollar capitalist capital. Hundreds of Obsidian Fang hybrids, now fully funded by Vanguard, barged in with thousands of elite troops of pure European wolves led directly by pure Alexander Sterling!

Scarlett said, nodding toward the training grounds where the cyber-Lycan warriors were already boarding the transport bays. As the Ark began its massive, sub-space jump toward the North Pole, Scarlett felt a chill that had nothing to do with the arctic air. In the depths of the Stellar Navigator, a new file had just decrypted. "Project Chimera: Final Objective—The Resurrection of the Prime Architect." Scarlett’s heart hammered. Xuan was gone, and the High Scientist was a prisoner. But if there was a "Prime Architect" still waiting in the Silent Gears, then the experiment was far from over.

"Ang bata ang tanging may kakayahang mag-overload sa Neural Net nang hindi namamatay ang mga taong naka-link dito." ​"Pero may problema," singit ni Mara. "Ang Prime ay protektado ng 'The Archangels'—tatlong dambuhalang mechs na binuo ni Gaia gamit ang data ng iyong Wolf Armor, Xander. Alam nila ang bawat galaw mo bago mo pa ito gawin." ​ANG PAGHAHANDA NG WOLF

Tony looked at her, a little surprised that she knew so much. Guess you don’t know everything about me either. “You’re right, no one can withstand the influence of a Chaos shard. But there are two types of shards.” The one in me, is the shard of Ente.” He said. “The legendary shard of the Protector.” Azea said softly. “But that shard belonged to Xassin, how do you–“ She stopped suddenly as alarms blared inside the building. An object was headed for them. It had already passed the barrier and as dodged multiple missiles. It was too small to discern, but it shone a faint gold. “Faerie scout.”, Quinn announced, eyeing the screen.

Celestine answered in a matter-of-fact tone. “But that’s impossible. I know Alpha Primo’s capability. No one, can kill him. He’s untameble whenever his wolf is triggered.” I uttered. I still remember that night when he’s planning to mark me, I can’t recognize him anymore. He’s not the Primo that I fell in love with. “Well, Alpha Priam doesn’t have to scarlet eyes for nothing, Chandria.” That made me look at her. “Those eyes carry an ability that none of us could ever imagine.”

I held and consoled her in my arms as she wept. After a couple minutes, I was able to cheer her up, and we moved on to the dining table where we had breakfast. "Where are the rest of your shapeshifters?" Laura asked, after we were done eating. "They've all transformed completely and are roaming the woods right now. They all prefer to be in their primal form, and so do I" I replied.