Transformers Prime: Darkness Rising Novels & Stories

A war that had ended long ago, now walking back into existence. Miren whispered in dread, “A conflict just resurrected itself.” The presence beneath reality went very still. ‘This was not projected.’ Lyra stared into the rising darkness. “You said you’d observed everything.” ‘I observed endings,’ it replied. ‘Not what happens when they refuse to stay ended.’ The darkness formed armor. Formed weapons. Formed intent. A voice echoed from it, ancient, triumphant. “Death hesitates,” it boomed. “So war returns.”

“Good boy. Now go to him. Comfort your fallen Master while I rule.” Alex crawled to Damian, still leaking, and pressed against him. Damian kissed him desperately, tongue invading, tasting Prime on his lips. The tyranny was temporary. But the seduction was real. And the true intent behind the clone’s benevolence was beginning to reveal itself. Prime watched them with cold satisfaction. “Soon,” he whispered. “You will both understand. The balance is inevitable.” The child kicked once more. The war for their souls had entered its final phase. And the clone’s true nature was far darker than they had imagined.

The company still has lots of enemies behind the scenes, since the president has lots of enemies, to begin with. The president made a pact with the darkness, the underworld where evil reigns above all. His allegations against the Tamara Family invite lots of the villains to come for the president’s head. The Tamara family is also influential in the underworld, proven by the hitmen and mercenaries they hired to kill the president.

Tears were flowing down Georgia’s face; she was petrified for them both now that she’d seen what they had to fight. She tried to hold onto Hayden but he wrenched himself free and yanked open the door. Just as his feet hit the ground he transformed, faster than he ever had before. In seconds Anubis was standing next to the car, breathing heavily, and growling. He turned to her, red eyes flashing and nodded with his nose. She sensed what he conveyed. “Be careful.”

Everything was blooming in Dua's life, but — Darkness was hiding and preparing to crush her completely. ….. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Dust and small rocks fell from the ceiling. “They’re trying to collapse the tunnels,” Tristan growled, his expression darkening. “They don’t just want you—they want to destroy everything.” A sharp, metallic scent filled Erika’s nostrils as they reached the tunnel’s exit. Fresh blood. Tristan halted abruptly, raising a hand in warning. Erika strained her ears and heard it—the muffled sound of footsteps approaching. “We’re surrounded,” Sarah whispered, clutching the children tightly. “Stay behind me,” Tristan commanded, shifting into his Lycan form. His bones cracked and realigned in a fluid motion, his body covered in thick, dark fur within seconds. Erika watched in awe, her pulse quickening.

It was a grave. “That’s not a prison,” she whispered, her voice shaking with the realization. “That’s a grave… and it’s waking up.” The ground trembled again, deeper this time, and from beneath the mountain, the low, rumbling growl echoed. It was a sound so deep, so primal, that the trees around them seemed to shiver in response. It wasn’t a wolf’s howl. It was something much older. And as Caitlyn and Raymond stood together, they knew, without a doubt, that the Prime Wolf was rising. The storm that had been building for so long was now upon them. They weren’t ready. But they would be.

For the author is revealed in the next paragraph. "The Dusk bringer, Prince of Darkness, The Shadowlord, I, Xirrian Adonis Prime, the 8th Night Wolf, the Dark Monarch, will account for my days until I choose to dissolve into the void. Perhaps for others, if others come and I do not plunge the world into the endless and I, myself remain where time is still, around echoes and shadows, around hollows like me. It is only here, in the endless that I find contentment. In a space where the unwanted are hidden. Home."

“What hunts us is no ordinary shadow. It is one of the corrupt Primals—the Master of Evil himself. We thought we ended him once. We were wrong.” A collective inhale swept the room. Chelsea whispered, “corrupt Primal?” Grammy nodded. “Before gods and guardians, before packs and clans, there were the Primals—forces of the first world, unshaped and dangerous. When balance was set in place, many were bound or destroyed. But this one… he endured, waiting for the world to soften.” Her gaze drifted to the sleeping twins. “And now he knows. He knows the Balance has risen again. He knows the heirs of light and shadow walk this world.”

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.