Transformers: Prime Comics Novels & Stories

The two projectiles lodge themselves onto each wrist as Ursa drops her shining net over her Uncle’s head. The scent of burning flesh hits the air as Primus screams in agony, the silvery net shining bright blue with the glow of the starfire crystals. A silver collar and two silver cuffs appear where the projectiles pierced Primus’ flesh. A terrible roar shakes itself free from Primus’ throat as his body begins to shrink, the cuffs adjusting in size with him as it zaps him repeatedly with bright blue flashes of contained lightning. I roar along with him, my arms outstretched helplessly as Primus’s wings wrap around his body as a useless shield.

"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

And the hooded Prime Lord in the middle moved forward a little to speak to us. “Primes are a rare occurrence, a glitch in the system of time and space, and you boys are the second set of glitches in your reality. That is to say, amongst the trillions of life forms within your reality, you are both extremely unique, and that’s why you are here today.” Wow! Just wow, was all my mind could manage. “And who was in the first set?” I wondered to myself. “Oh! This one’s mind is quite active” said Adi, as I realized it could read it.

A new voice, deeper, colder than any we’d heard before, came up the stairwell. “Primary Alpha target detected. Termination protocol authorized.” Then it stepped into view. One single enhanced wolf. But this one was different. It was taller, looked heavier, and carried a lot of scars on its body like it had survived a hundred battles. But I was pretty sure that those scars were just design protocol. No way this thing had been fighting for that long. Its golden eyes burned almost white. It looked straight at me and smiled with too many teeth. “Hello, Kade. I am Unit Prime. And I was created to kill you.”

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

"It’s a recording! It’s just data!" ​"Data is all you are, Leo," the Prime countered, its eyes glowing with a cold, blue light. "You are a bridge to a world that is already dead. I am the bridge to the future." ​The Prime lunged at Leo, its movements a perfect mirror of Leo’s own fighting style. It was like fighting a shadow of himself, one that knew every move before he made it. ​Maya tried to intervene, but the Prime unleashed a pulse of "Null-Gold", a frequency designed to cancel out her Force. She fell to her knees, her light turning to grey ash.

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.

I could only stare at the figure standing on the observation deck. He didn't wear a silver mask. He wore a sharp, charcoal-gray suit that looked exactly like the one Ryan had worn in New York, but his skin was a translucent map of silver mercury. The Second Prime. The architect of the "River Pact" ten years ago. “You’re looking at the arm, Phoenix,” the Second Prime spoke. His voice was a flawless, terrifying baritone—a chorus of a thousand Kings speaking through one stolen throat. “You think it’s a tax. A curse for being the Mother.”

Kevin’s voice was a ragged whisper, raw with exhaustion and a fear that ran deeper than anything Bima had seen from him before. Riska, her face streaked with grime and the faint residue of phosphorescence, shook her head, her usual analytical composure frayed. “We don’t know, Kevin. Core Prime’s evolution… it’s exponential. It’s not just adapting. It’s integrating. It’s using natural processes as weapons. The reservoir… that was a biological integration. This… this is something new. Something more… elemental.”

He goes silent for ten whole seconds before replying in a different tone, “The Optimus Prime is bigger too right, Mummy? Optimus Prime is one hundred thousand times bigger than Superman, right Mummy? Right?" I heave in relief when he's no longer upset by the excitement of his voice, "Yeah. Optimus Prime can even transform into robot and truck but Superman cannot." Being a mom of two boys, my life is filled with robots and superheros. I can't help but wonder if I'm having boys too or girls for a change when I was pregnant with his children. Crisis is resolved; Cruz agreed to wear the Optimus Prime pyjamas. I glance at my watch to check the time, it's 7. No wonder they are having pyjamas battl