Transformers Prime Deadlock Novels & Stories

The Void-Prime emerged from the fissure, not as a beast, but as a fluid, obsidian ink that sought out anything with a frequency. The Iron-Wolves of the South were the first to engage. Led by Captain Thorne, they dived into the fissure, their silver-gold hulls glowing with a magnetized brilliance. They were heavy, their iron-resonance acting as a "Dead-Weight" that the shadow-ink struggled to move. "THEY'RE TARGETING THE DENSITY!" Arthur shouted from the lead dreadnought, his voice a metallic resonance. "Emma, the Prime-Core is trying to 'Weight' its own darkness with our iron! If it succeeds, it will become a Physical-Void that cannot be dispersed!"

The Crown pulses, conflicted. The Reverent watches, unreadable. You anchor two powers you should not survive, the Prime continues, gaze piercing. Why? I think of the pack. Of Midnight. Of the children dreaming of shadows and chains. “Because silence was killing us,” I answer. The Prime studies me for a long moment, then turns its gaze outward, toward the sealed border. The old predators will come now. Not scouts. Not parasites. My stomach twists. “How many?” Enough. Ethan steps up beside me, shoulders squared. “Then we’ll fight.”

And that was where it hit us. “BUT WE DIED!” we both shouted. “Yes, you both died, fighting a realm is impossible, talk less of taking control of it. And if this continues, both of you will be the first set of primes to experience true death, and cease to exist.” The only solution was to keep one person stable while the other would be phased out of reality, because there could only exist one nature of an error, one nature of a prime. “With that explanation boys, there is nothing I can do but to have one of you commit suicide.” Said Adi, rather excited.

He returned to his pack utterly broken in spirit, where he met not the promise of a brighter future but the grim reality of total collapse. He noticed that the border conflict had reached a dire point, with two rival packs uniting to break through the defenses. He also realized that the elders, preoccupied with their power struggle, were acting independently, ignoring his commands entirely. In that instant, the formerly mighty Nightfall pack disintegrated completely during the brief months Carl devoted to grief and his relentless pursuit of Aria. He had already lost his beloved and the pup he never knew, and he stood on the verge of losing the absolute power and the pack that constituted his

“Sable, how long?” “Two minutes until detonation sequence locks in. Then we have ninety seconds to get clear.” Jax positioned himself near the door, rifle ready. “They’re coming through. Prime’s voice is getting louder out there.” Sure enough, Unit Prime’s deep, mechanical tone boomed through the walls. “Core access denied. Targets must be eliminated.” The Forsaken’s ancient chorus answered. “The debt belongs to the Thorns! Your artificial heart is ours to devour!” Sable shook her head. “Two monsters fighting over who gets to kill us first. Perfect.”

the guy furiously shouted at her when he realized the voice wasn't the same as the original player 7 he knew. "Am I not? Who cares." The girl simply took a sharp piece of the broken glass on the ground and without another word, she swiftly cut his throat open, causing the guy to choke on his own blood to death. 🔫 "Looks like player 7 is on a hunt! In less than 15 minutes, she killed her two team mates! What is that player up to?" 🔫 A single tear left from Eleonna's eyes. She immediately covered her mouth and leaned on the vanity to keep herself standing. She just witnessed a death, by her own eyes. If she doesn't get nightmares after this, then she will be hunted by this scene forever.

** Abby Kora and I were once again working on me integrating my abilities when Hex appeared in front of me, startling me slightly, but I was beginning to get used to his random appearances – as long as he stayed out of Damien’s and my bedroom, I was fine with it. He had a slightly worried look on his face that alarmed me, “Hex, what is it?” Kora ran to us to hear what he had to say. “Your father is dead, we don’t have much time until the portals open. Lord Damien is keeping him distracted for as long as possible to buy us time.” He looked between Kora and me, then we looked at each other. This is it. I was stunned and silent from shock, so Kora spoke to Hex for me, “Gather your fellow puca’s

"Thank you." I winked at him and turned back to the door. ** "Now that we're all here." Taryk shot me a side glance. I shrugged my shoulders. He rolled his eyes. "Hellion, you have the floor." He sat down and waved Hellion to the end of the table. "I've called you all together today," Hellion began, a broad smile on his face. None of us were in the playing mood. Our faces showed it. He sighed. "Fine. Straight into the doom and gloom then. I'm a Prime. I'm the Prime of Death. I rule over what could most easily be understood as a ‘Hell world.' I know, I know. Hate the game, not the player."

I remained still, my brain calculating its next move amidst the fog because seven years away from werewolf society didn’t make me stupid enough to struggle against an Alpha who hadn’t decided what he wanted to do with me. I held his gaze, and kept my breathing even. Looking away would tell him something. Anything I do right now, no matter how little or insignificant it might seem would tell him something. I had spent seven years becoming unreadable, and I needed every single one of those years right now. But as the seconds bled by, I found out it was becoming increasingly difficult. Zenith hadn’t spoken since ‘So you’re still alive’, he just stared at me, silver occasionally bleeding into hi

"Stellan! Stellan, you're awake! I knew it! I knew you weren't dead!" She whipped around to face me, her expression twisting into something vicious and triumphant. "Elara Renworth! Your plan just fell apart! Stellan's awake! He's alive! Just you wait. The moment he gets out of there, he'll throw you out like the garbage you are!" There were more thuds, louder now. The lid of the coffin shifted, pushed from the inside, and a gap appeared. A pale hand reached through the opening. Stellan Montclair was alive.