Transformers: Prime Comics Novels & Stories

We had all fully responded to our primal nature and were ready for a vicious encounter. After a long pause that entailed all of us getting into combat positions and staring deep at each other, Elijah finally spoke. "You can take her! She is an abomination like you anyways" said Elijah, after which he told his werewolves to stand down and immediately, they all stepped back.

The Anti-Primordial is descending and everything it touches just stops existing, wolves and ground and air all fading into nothing. “Do it,” I tell my children. “I didn’t survive everything just to watch reality dissolve now.” The New Primordial connects to me and I feel it immediately, cosmic power channeling through my Alpha Supreme bonds, using thousands of wolves as a battery to anchor itself in reality. And I start aging.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He took my hand, the silver-and-emerald ring catching the light of the new stars. "Two hundred and three chapters," he whispered, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of forever. "And I think we finally found the right math." "It wasn't math, Lixie," I said, leaning my head on his shoulder as the rain began to fall again—soft, sweet, and life-giving. "It was us." The Prime was anchored, the Sea was Emerald, and the White Wolf was no longer a Queen or a Void. She was the Soul of the World.