Transformers: Prime Ironhide Novels & Stories

"My name is Zora Vane. And this is my home." "Your name is a designation, dear," she said, walking toward me with a "Tyler Perry" motherly condescension. "I am Aethel-Prime. I was the one who planted the mercury-veins in this planet’s crust ten thousand years ago. I’ve been waiting for a version of myself to grow strong enough to hatch the core." Aethel-Prime didn't use a weapon. She pulled a golden "Data-Sphere" from her belt and tossed it into the air.

Meaning as the war is going, we will also be converting the conquered land as we go, thus in a way, turning the land into Aeternum land and also keeping the peace and order of the conquered land, after all, I know for certain that many be it a nation, groups or even independent people were eager to picking up the crumbs of the war, and I will not giving anyone to take anything at all. “…Sir President, Mister Holgun Iron Horn is here…”.(Lieutenant Colonel Selie) “Good, tell him to come in..”. “Yes Sir…”.(Lieutenant Colonel Selie) Selie gently replied and closed the door, after a few second, a gentlemen comes in, a male, of 2.5 meter tall, large muscular built that is very evide

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.

A new voice, deeper, colder than any we’d heard before, came up the stairwell. “Primary Alpha target detected. Termination protocol authorized.” Then it stepped into view. One single enhanced wolf. But this one was different. It was taller, looked heavier, and carried a lot of scars on its body like it had survived a hundred battles. But I was pretty sure that those scars were just design protocol. No way this thing had been fighting for that long. Its golden eyes burned almost white. It looked straight at me and smiled with too many teeth. “Hello, Kade. I am Unit Prime. And I was created to kill you.”

The "Command Center" of Ironhaven was essentially a decommissioned subway car dragged onto a dry platform, filled with stolen monitors and powered by the jury-rigged generator. Ben Carter sat in the driver's seat, surrounded by screens. "They're bypassing the tripwires," he said, his voice rising in pitch. "They aren't tripping the lasers. Jack, these guys are invisible." "Faceless," Finch said, loading a revolver with silver bullets. "The Council's wet-work squad. Genetically modified to reflect light. They have no heat signature, no scent, and no pity."

A voice filled the air, cold and mechanical. "This is General Drax of the Exodus Initiative. We have returned to the Cradle to find it infested with the Chimera. You have traded your human sovereignty for the instincts of beasts. We are the Iron-Kin. We are the Unchanged. Prepare for Sanitization." The Logic-Virus

Once filled the lids move up and then over, covering the entryway. The Elder pulls one of the indented latches which knocks one of the canisters from the opposite arm free. Gently, he places the container on the stone slab where the others were once present. The pitch in the Prime's voice manages to hold some concern for the sage but also Tegan. "To think the last pirates in hiding would be found here and allied with a dark one… We are going to see some dark days my old friend." The Chosen's eyes narrow at the boy who waits for the flow of arcane to fill them up with the liquid he needs. Those tired orbs manage to find their way back to the elder, and with a shake of his head, he protests be

Its metallic sheen sends a shiver down my spine, the sight a stark reminder of the threat that hangs over us like a dark cloud. "How did you find me?" I growl through gritted teeth; my voice laced with defiance and fear. I have tried so hard to hide, to protect my twins, and yet here he stands, tracking me down with a determination that chills me to the core. “It's funny what a pathetic weasel Carla always was!” he chuckled. “What did you do to her?” I growled. Matilda wants to rip him apart limb by limb, but I cannot frighten my children further, so I have no choice but to block Matilda.

Hitting enter, I watch as an IronWall Prison's record comes up, a profile picture and information side-by-side. "Heavy Metal," I say, reading over his information. "Your skin is encased in a hard, almost impenetrable steel. You're not exactly flesh, are you? You should be able to retrieve everything that darn Doctor needs and you should more than be able to handle the OutCasts. Servant-Bot!" My servant-bot comes hovering out of a room and into the hallway. I type in a command and send it over to the servant bot. "Understood, Master," Servant-Bot says before flying over. Meanwhile, I walk to my throne. There, I watch everyone.

I only felt a little bit sorry for him, because I know what it felt like to lose someone you care about. "Tell me," he said suddenly, his voice quieter now, but somehow even more dangerous. "Who exactly are you?" I secretly clenched the hem of my uniform, trying to steady my nerves. "I'm Louis Crennar of the Night-Claw Pack, and you should know how to respect me. I'm the son of the Supreme Alpha who governs all packs in Dravenmoor." I managed to say. We stare at each other without a single word. We were standing too close to each other. I could literally see my reflection in his golden eyes. I felt his breath on my face.