Transformers Prime Devastator Novels & Stories

The immediate threat was gone, and the dark-matter satellite began to crumble beneath their feet. "Hell of a right hook, boss," Marcus panted, lowering his shield. "We need to move," Jack said, his eyes fixed on the horizon of the Dyson Sphere. Where the Avatar had died, a temporal distortion field had shattered. Deep in the distance, tearing through the haze of planetary debris, the true core of the Devourer was finally exposed. It wasn't a monster. It was a chained, corrupted, primordial star.

Chandler nodded. "I suppose." The doctor came back into the room, a grim expression plastered on his face. "Is everything alright?" I asked him, suddenly worried. "Unfortunately, no," He said. "We're not going to be able to transfuse your blood." "Why? Is something wrong with it?" He shook his head. "Quite the opposite, really. It's much too potent for Mr. Chandler." "Too potent?" Vega asked. "What does that mean?" "You come from a very strong lineage of Lycanthropes, Your Highness," he said to me.

Sunlight hit the roof at a perfect glare, but the drone adjusted, stabilizing the feed. “Target vehicle stopped,” I said into comms. Marcos’s voice crackled through the mic. "You won't see me coming... not until your world’s already ash." His voice crackled through the mic. I snickered. “Dumbass doesn’t know we’re already one step ahead.” Ivan stood beside me, arms folded, silent and still. He didn’t speak unless it mattered. The rear door opened. A voice came through. Nervous, stammering. “Boss, we—”

Luna said but without imperativeness. Van's expression turned different, he turned enraged, "I saw the most despicable person to ever live, Benitez, in a fight with a very strong yet old man which according to my understanding was somehow related to you. Then all of a sudden, Benitez… transformed," Van's expression turned confused, his forehead scrunched. He looked at Luna, "He had this grotesque appearance. Eyes burning red, his body bleeding of black blood, and skin stretching and scraping off as he doubles in size. He was stabbed in the heart but was only momentarily weak. It was terrifying. How can he be that strong and… appalling? He's just… human." "What happened to the other man?" Lun

All crying out simultaneously. "NO! THIS IS NOT—I WILL NOT—" Prime's voice fragments into thousands. The form collapses. Essences scatter. Each one a dead dragon, finally free. When the light fades, nothing remains of Prime except a small crystallized core. The original essence. Ancient. Tiny. Powerless. Jamie picks it up carefully. "Is this what you really are? Without all the stolen power? Just... this?" The crystal pulses weakly. No voice. No threat. Just residual consciousness.