Transformers Prime Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Because as your bride, Leon, she'd be safe and..." "I am NOT his bride," she shouts and for a moment her eyes glow golden. Oh, so that's the ticket. Her body remembers more of herself when her emotions are raised. "It's not what it looks like!" Primus also insists, stepping in front of his mate and waving his arms. It is so weird seeing them both in human form again. It's been so long. "Then explain yourselves," I raise an eyebrow. "Give me a good reason not to tell father," I demand playing along with the script this version of me has been given. It is sad that even in this world, our father is the one to come between Primus and his happiness.

a voice said from the shadows behind the Captain's chair. A figure stepped out. It was a woman, encased in armor that pulsed with the same "Galactic-Source" light as the ship. She looked exactly like Elara, but her hair was silver, and her eyes were a cold, calculated Violet. "Meet the Alpha-Prime 2.0," the woman said, raising a hand that crackled with deletion-energy. "The 'Recalled' Elara was just the template. I am the Final-Product." The woman snapped her fingers, and the floor vanished, dropping the pack into a Sub-Routine Abyss where the laws of hockey, wolves, and physics no longer applied.

between the Prime and the Architect-Cluster in the sky. ​The Architect-Prime collapsed. Her silver-white skin turned a dull, matte grey. Her eyes, once reflective mirrors, turned into a soft, human hazel, the same color as Sierra’s eyes in the basement. ​The "Standardization" of the Iron District reversed. The grey polygons turned back into rusted iron and cracked concrete. The "Noise" was triumphant. ​The Price of Peace ​The triplets gathered around Sierra and the fallen Prime. Sierra was breathing hard, her green coat tattered and her emerald eyes fading back to amber.

"Prime is offering peace. Reject it and Prime offers destruction instead." "We've survived destruction before." "Not like this. Elena was restrained. Played by rules. Maintained appearances." Cassandra steps closer despite the weapons. "Prime has no such limitations. Will burn cities to kill you. Will eradicate bloodlines completely. Will turn your victory into ashes." "Then ashes it is. Leave." Jamie's done talking. Cassandra shrugs. "Your choice. But know this. Prime predicted you'd refuse. Actually hoped you would. Peace is boring. War is interesting. And Prime hasn't had interesting in centuries."

His hand slid down, cupping the heavy belly, then lower, stroking Alex’s leaking cock through the fabric. “You’ve been so good,” Prime whispered, lips brushing Alex’s ear. “Carrying our legacy. Letting me rule. Letting him kneel. But I know you need more. The mutation demands it. The child demands it.” He pushed Alex against the table, bending him over the polished wood. Alex’s swollen belly pressed against the surface as Prime yanked his trousers down. No prep. No warning. Prime thrust in deep—thick, ridged, claiming with brutal precision. Alex cried out, pushing back despite himself, the child kicking in rhythm with every savage stroke.

After that, I never get the chance to extend my apology to him when he kept himself away from me as much as possible. "... and that only tells me one thing." Johnson suddenly clapped my shoulder. "Our prince was experiencing what we called an identity crisis. He's shifting." Johnson added. "You mean... Our prince is falling in love with that impaired metallic boy? Well, our generation's love knows no bounds." Lackey even made it obvious. "I like the sound of it, Proclaimed and Mated to the Alpha Prince," he added in a romantic way.

I responded. Her lips pressed into a thin line and the smile on it faltered, slowly fading away. “You need to know your place and stay in it”, Serphina said lividly. “Really? My place?” I gasped. She cut in quickly and yelled, “yes, you’re an omega”. She looked at me from my head to toe and a faint smile tugged on her lips. Before I could respond to her, Rowan interrupted and muttered calmly “the engagement preparations will still continue”.

she said. Lucian studied her face carefully. "About yesterday?" "About everything." A pause, then she added, more firmly: "If the whole school is going to believe I'm your girlfriend anyway..." Lucian's expression shifted slightly not surprise, just attention sharpening. "Then I might as well make it useful." Silence. The wind moved softly between them. Lucian's voice came lower. "Useful how." She exhaled once. "I'll play along." A beat. "I'll be your fake girlfriend."

He bowed to her first, then started reporting respectfully. “Elder Princess Aliza is doing well in the Cresent Moon Pack. She has adjusted to the life within the pack but… there is still no progress with the return of her memories.” Elder Fiora nodded at him. “What is it?” she said after observing that he had more to report but seemed hesitant. “Elder Pricess she… she seems close to Alpha Caspian.” He said lowering his head as he shifted on his feet, clearly uneasy. Although Elder Fiora’s face stayed calm and unreadable.. but her sharp and calculating eyes darkened slightly. She turned back to the window, hiding the flicker of emotion that passed through her eyes.

"That is who I am, Aiden! I'm an Alpha Princess and you can't do anything without me! Try and prove me wrong."