Transformers Prime Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he whispered, coughing up a puff of dark smoke. "And you're the only one I want," I replied, kissing him even as the floor beneath us began to float into the sky. But our reunion was short-lived. The Weaver stood up, her face distorted with rage. She wasn't beautiful anymore. Her skin was cracking, showing the golden clockwork beneath. "You've done it now," she hissed. "You've corrupted the Prime. The Architects are no longer resetting this sector. They are **deleting** the entire iteration group. Every world you saw in the sky... they are all going to burn because of you."

They were the two people who were supposed to have my back, the two people I had trusted with my entire life. Xavier reached out to touch my arm, but I recoiled as if he were burning me. I slapped his hand away. "Get out," I commanded, my voice trembling with a rage so hot it felt cold. "Leave." "Prim, please—" "I SAID LEAVE! YOU DISGUST ME!"

“I am not your little toy. You can only make me stay for so long, and in that time I will not let you turn me into Egan Alexakis’ perfect robot, saying and wearing only what you like.” Prim said in one breath. She moved close to stare up in defiance at him. “And I will bloody well cry a river if I want to.” She turned and began to walk back to the yacht when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Was he crying? She could not be imagining those tears in his eyes, could she?

‘Plus, we will rip out the throats of any alpha trying to take what’s ours! Admittedly, Kral is right. It’s easier to withdraw her, but then I lose on my investment, and it may damage my friendship with Parker. We have been friends since we were kids. He’s never let me down when I needed help. I can’t let him down now. Here I was saying that I wanted to let things happen naturally, according to the Moon Goddess’s will, and now I’m in this position. It’s ironic. ‘It’s still Moon Goddess’s will, Ames! We found our mate. Everything else is just noise. Say yes, and we get to spend time with our mate!’

she said quickly. *** But her voice had changed. *** Not weaker. *** Heavier. *** ### The Shift Victoria studied her carefully. “What did she say?” *** Raven exhaled slowly. *** “That this isn’t one choice.” *** Her eyes lifted. *** “It’s all of them.” *** Victoria frowned slightly. *** “That sounds like a nightmare.” *** Raven gave a faint, humorless smile. *** “Yeah.” A pause. *** “It is.” *** ### Elsewhere In Arcadia Prime— the Lunarch stood in silence.

With a roar that shook the very hull of the Ark, Caleb snapped the Void-blade with his bare hands and drove his fist through the Prime’s chest-plate, crushing the violet core within. "I am the King because I chose to love," Caleb whispered as the Prime’s circuitry flickered and died. "You are just a shadow of a man who never lived." Caleb didn't stop to catch his breath. He tore the reinforced doors of the hidden chamber off their hinges just as the Soul-Transference array reached its peak. "Scarlett!" In the center of the room, the tank exploded.

Tell me about everything. "You don't hate me for what I've done?" Her tone is incredulous. I stared at her quizzically. "Why would I hate you? You haven't done anything to me. " "I'm pregnant with the child of the Prime Alpha's best friend. That's cause for hate. " I take a seat on the couch and pat the spot next to me. "And I'm dating the Prime Alpha himself. What's your point? "

It is here that our dreams take us every night, visitors in a world where anything is possible but where only a few of us have the power to change things. When Primus was injured during the All Kingdome Faire, and I was tricked by the Technician to be trapped in that stasis pod with him to help him heal from his fatal wounds, through the mind-bending methods of the Moon Dragons, Primus and I shared a dream. In that shared space, we lived in a different world, and had a completely different life. Even though both of us were changed beyond recognition, somehow, by some miracle, we were able to see the truth behind the dream.

“They’re breaking apart again. Prime’s coming this way!” Sure enough, Unit Prime had torn itself free from the Forsaken and was charging after us, moving with terrifying determination despite missing an arm and half its body. “Primary Alpha target acquired,” it said. “Emotional bonds will be severed.” Liora stopped suddenly and turned. “You want to sever our bond? Come try it, you heartless piece of shit!” Prime changed direction toward her. I had to intercept, slamming my good shoulder into its chest. We crashed to the ground in a heap of claws and fury.

Elara looked down at the records. Now she could see the structure. Every silence made into proof. Every flinch made into instability. Every unanswered prayer at the moonstone altar was made into a deficiency. Every injury translated into a flaw in her nature. Every survival habit was dressed up as a symptom. They had not merely stolen the truth. They had replaced it with something the council could file. Darius came around the side of the desk, slowly enough that she could step away if she wanted. He stopped beside her, close but not touching.