Transformers: Prime Comics Novels & Stories

Damien stepped between him and the others. “Stop.” Prime’s gaze fixed on Damien. He tilted his head, observing him like a reflection puzzled by its original. “You are… the seed,” Prime said. His voice was distorted—multi-layered, as if several voices echoed inside one. Damien’s pulse pounded. “You don’t have to follow his programming.” “I do not follow,” Prime replied. “I inherit.” He extended his hand, and for a moment, it wasn’t threatening. It was almost… curious. Reaching not to strike, but to connect.

The principle of things ending granted awareness. When it spoke, the words formed directly in whatever passed for my mind. “Guardian. You survive where others have not. Impressive.” “You’re the Prime.” My response wasn’t words either, just intention shaped into communication. “I am the anchor. The source from which fragments manifest. The Void’s consciousness made manifest in your reality.” The Prime studied me… not with eyes, but with attention that felt like being evaluated at a level. “You should not be here.” “The artifact protects me.”

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?"

—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.

"INITIATING TOTAL REALITY REBOOT. AUTHORIZATION: PRIME. ERASURE OF SECTOR 0-9-9-H INEVITABLE." They didn't feel fear or anger. They only saw a glitch that needed to be formatted. The Prime Architects raised their hands, preparing to execute the command that would simultaneously delete the Earth, the Prometheus, and every soul within them from the multiverse’s source code. "System Command: OVERRIDE," a voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere, layered with the terrifying harmonic resonance of the First Weaver. The central console of the Prime Architects violently short-circuited. The silver and azure geometric forms glitched, turning a corrupted, sickly black.

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.

They subsequently transformed into their human selves. Primo grinned as he said, "Long time no see, Colt." Colt remarked icily, "You are so confident to leave your base behind with those inadequate allies you have. Primo said, making Colt stunned, "I don't care less; I simply came here to take Lilith Saaverde." ….

Not anymore! Close. Closer. The ground seems inches away. And just then, gravity halts. I snap my eyes open. I didn't hit the ground. I didn't die. I'm in someone's arms. The Prime Alpha's arms. The height won't hurt him, reminding me again of his immense strength. His breathing is ragged, his pecs puffed out from… adrenaline? His jaw twitches as he says, "I own your life. You get that?" He releases his pheromones and I feel him deeply.

"Prime is offering peace. Reject it and Prime offers destruction instead." "We've survived destruction before." "Not like this. Elena was restrained. Played by rules. Maintained appearances." Cassandra steps closer despite the weapons. "Prime has no such limitations. Will burn cities to kill you. Will eradicate bloodlines completely. Will turn your victory into ashes." "Then ashes it is. Leave." Jamie's done talking. Cassandra shrugs. "Your choice. But know this. Prime predicted you'd refuse. Actually hoped you would. Peace is boring. War is interesting. And Prime hasn't had interesting in centuries."

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.