Transformers: Prime Ironhide Novels & Stories

“Maybe. But some ghosts are worth chasing.” Alessandro looked at her across the aisle. “Where do you think it’s leading?” She turned her gaze to the horizon — the rising sun casting the clouds in gold. “Somewhere,” she said quietly, “where pride isn’t stolen. It’s reborn.” Far below, in a forgotten bunker beneath the ruins of the old facility in Istanbul, a single monitor flickered to life. Static filled the screen. Then, slowly, an image emerged — Matteo’s face, scarred but alive, eyes faintly glowing with data-light.

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.

She took another step toward the towering Alpha, her hands shaking as she reached for his charred sleeve. "Silas," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Look at me. Silas, speak." The massive warrior did not blink. His face was half-masked in dark red crust from the gash on his forehead, his hide coat black and smoking from the heat of the collapse. He did not look at her with the sharp, angry eyes of the Iron-Claw leader. His eyes were wide, solid silver, glowing with the cold light that belonged to my blood. He stood perfectly still, his massive arms hanging at his sides, his breath rising in thin, rhythmic clouds that matched my own breathing.

The High-Gate did not lead to another galaxy; it led to a "Temporal-Static-Buffer." As Avery Vane-Thorne stepped through the aperture, she left behind the "Basalt-Glass" weight of the Earth’s core and entered a realm of "Absolute-Resolution." There was no air, no gravity, and no "Wilding." There was only a floor of white-chrome data and a sky of "Perfect-Information." Standing at the center of this void was a figure that froze Avery’s newly-formed geological heart. It was Avery Vane-Thorne, but she was not "Standard-Human," "Amethyst," or "Gold." She was "The Audit-Prime." Her skin was a flawless, un-weathered silver, her eyes were twin lenses of absolute logic, and she wore a crown made of

They move with a slow, predatory grace that makes my stomach flip. Alpha Prime leads them. He is the largest, a wall of scarred muscle with eyes that glow a dark, hungry gold. He doesn't wear a shirt, and the heat radiating off his chest is like a furnace. Behind him are the Twins, Silas and Kael. They are identical, massive, and move in total sync, their heavy boots thudding against the floor at the exact same time. Trailing behind is the Feral. He is the youngest, and his eyes are wide and wild. He looks sick with lust, his chest heaving as he catches the scent of my heat.

Angel nodded and said “Kaleb and Jackson have as high an IQ as I do. Plus, they have as much invested in the success of this as I do. Their friends with the people involved as well.” Grant said “I can go through Justin to hire more people. He knows a lot of retired military who are looking for jobs.” Jay did a double take as he asked, “Justin who?” Grant replied “Justin Morgan, he runs security for Angel’s grandfather Harrison Denae.” Jay’s eyes closed tightly, and he said, “Justin is how I got my job.” At their look he said “Justin’s family owns the security company I work for. I was in the Marine’s with his brother Dash.”