Transformers Prime Chromia Novels & Stories

"This is what they've been hyping us about? He's so scrawny!" The insectoid Prime Chimera flew towards Len and studied him up and down. Len was highly alarmed by the monster's blade - like arms that flailed around him. The loud buzzing of the insectoid's wings hurt his ears and from up close, Lars could identify that this Prime Chimera was derived from orchid mantis based on its pink colorations. "Hymeno, you absolute moron. We all look like that at some point," Axylia said. "Surely not as pathetic - looking as this one. Look at him!"

a familiar accepted voice echoed over the empty roof. Tilting my head to the side I watch Parys walk through the door a few feet away. He almost stepped cautious unto the concrete floor, glancing from side to side. I hummed, returning my gave towards the dormitory tower. I had a perfect view of the front entrance. One of the few upsides to have Prime as a parasite in my body, It gave me enhanced strength, sight, hearing, scent but it nullified my wolf form. Since the moment my grandmother died, her spell keeping Prime dormant had lifted and for three years since then its been a fight not to walk the beast.

"Nothing to worry about." "Ok..." Aria breathed in relief then gasped in disbelief as Prime Johansson suddenly burst into flames that raged out getting bigger and bigger then gutted out to reveal a might red dragon, that stretched its wings and beat the air, lifting off with great effort into the sky and letting out a mighty roar. "Bloody hell!" Kahlia exclaimed. "It never gets any less amazing to witness." Abram said, folding his arms with a proud smile. Next was Prime Evans who transformed with a tornado of inky blackness to reveal a huge black dragon that pierced the night with its sub-sonic screech as it lifted into the air and joined the fire dragon in its hovering.

“Never.” Liora’s voice cut through the pain. “Kade! The self-destruct sequence! There’s a manual override!” Before I could reach for it, Prime spun me around and pinned me against the glass of a gestation tank. A half-formed enhanced wolf floated inside, inches from my face. “Watch,” Prime whispered. “This is what you will become.” Then the entire facility shook like something was about to pull it off its foundations. And it wasn't coming from us but from something outside.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

I commanded through the link, my voice a vibrant, desperate melody. Five-year-old Lyra trotted forward in her crystalline Prism Wolf form. She didn't look afraid of the ethereal giants or the humming forest. She sat beside Elena and began to glow with a brilliant, iridescent light. This was the "Prism Translation" on a biological level. Lyra’s crystalline coat began to refract the high-frequency air, stepping it down into a wavelength that Elena’s lungs could actually process.

The enforcers froze, their movements faltering. "What… what is that?" Lia stammered, pointing at the vat. Riska's device shrieked. "The energy signature… it’s Core Prime! They're not just pursuing us. They're trying to… absorb our creation! They’re trying to weaponize it themselves!" The liquid in the vat began to glow with an unnatural, phosphorescent light, mirroring the corrupted glow of the reservoir. The potent aroma of their mixture was being distorted, twisted, corrupted by Core Prime's overwhelming influence.

He seems to be saying something, trying to convince her to stop perhaps, but she isn’t listening, distracted as she is by his wild eyes and blistered face. The torch catches the afflicted’s arm, and it spreads. Before I can reach her side, Melis is also caught in the flame. Pulling on the earth, I do something I promised I would never do, not while in a city full of humans. I take my true form. No longer Leon, I am Primus, the lost king of Luxandra. The remaining afflicted flee as I step forward, calling on the earth beneath our feet to smother the flames. But it’s too late. The afflicted are all truly dead and Melis lies very still.

Atlas sounded pissed. "What the fuck was happening in here, anyway? Why did you call us?" Xander asked as he glared at Taryk. "We're going to have words, you and me." Taryk nodded, looking unmoved by the threat. "Some new goddess...deity...thing was inside Kiema. Said her name was Heppni. She's equal to a Prime. Also said that Azica has a lot more power than Earth when Ten questioned her. I'll fill you in later. I need Kiema back. Now." Ransom ran his hands through his hair.