Transformers Prime Devastator Novels & Stories

I know this cologne. I stepped aside from the person and looked up. I trembled as the bottle of water fell from my hands. Standing before me is the very devil himself wearing all black and his hair was hidden under a black beanie. His Forest-green eyes adopted a red shade. On the front of his jeans, gun projects. His boots look dirty and have a muddy stain on them. "Lando," I whispered too quietly. "Yea baby." His lips curved into a crooked smirk. How did he get in? And where is Dave?

"You believe you have won because you reached the nursery," the First Investor’s voice boomed, vibrating the very marrow of Elena’s bones. "But this Vault was never a sanctuary. It is a Detonator. The moment I depress this switch, the resonance between the Moon and the Earth’s Core will turn into a 'Sympathetic Collapse.' The Earth won't just burn, Elena. It will shatter." Alexander’s violet form was pulsing erratically. He was no longer a man; he was a living bridge of data and soul, his light tethering Selene (the Executioner) to Leo (the Prism).

The lock clicked green and he pushed inside. Isa's head snapped up. Her eyes went wide when she saw him. "We're leaving," Mateo said quietly. "Now." "What…" "No questions. We have four minutes before Chen comes back. If you want to live, move." Isa stood immediately without any hesitation. She grabbed a small drive from the computer and shoved it in her pocket. "Can you wipe the system?" Mateo asked. "Already done. The virus uploads the moment Chen logs back in. It'll corrupt everything." Isa's hands were shaking, but her voice was steady. "Where are we going?"

"You're awake." His voice was ruined. Hoarse. Wet. "Thank the Moon Goddess. Thank the Moon Goddess." He lunged forward, gathered me into his arms. Not gently, desperately. Like he was trying to absorb me into his body. His face buried in my neck, right against the mating mark, I felt him shaking. Valtherion Ashvane. The most feared Prime Alpha in North America. Shaking in my arms like the world had almost ended. "Don't ever do that again."

—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.

frequency into it. ​"You’re just a recording," Leo growled, his eyes burning orange. "And I’m the one who’s deleting the file." ​The silver circuits in Leo’s arm flared white. The feedback traveled into the Prime, causing its skin to pixelate and tear. The "Clean" DNA inside the Prime began to boil, the biological and digital components of the construct fighting each other. With a final, massive surge of energy, Leo threw the Prime into the carrier’s intake manifold.

I narrowed my eyes and moved through them, swinging my axe with deadly accuracy. “Eugenius! I already took your left hand. Now I’ll take your head.” I called out, pointing my axe at my predecessor. The red aura that has been growing stronger around me surrounded my axe. The blood of the men I killed for standing in my way dripped from its blade. It is time to fulfill the prophecy. I am the Destroyer, and the fall of Olympus is in my hands. I shall not fail my people. I will not fail this world. I will not fail Ismene-Eirene.

A plaque beneath reads: Bethany Nott (1977-2060) Designer. Survivor. Mother. Warrior. Teacher. She was reborn not to destroy him, but to create this—a legacy of healing that outlived all the hatred. May we all choose as bravely.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

She was fighting, not just the Prototype, but the very essence of Julian trying to subsume her. Sentinel Prime, sensing the imminent destruction of his power source, roared and charged through the collapsing vault. He reached them, his clawed hand raised for a final, killing blow. But he was too late. The Prototype pod didn't just discharge; it imploded, sucking the violent red light and energy into Jade and Caspian. The white sphere of energy around them pulsed once, twice, and then detonated outward. Sentinel Prime was caught in the blast. His obsidian skin shattered, revealing the burning, violet core beneath. He screamed, a sound of pure digital agony, as he was ripped apart by the feedb