Transformers: Prime Ironhide Novels & Stories

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.

He only came out to fight. "Asher? You’re needed back home." Kate said through the mindlink. "What?" I growled annoyed. Not her too. "You better watch your tone, Ash. There is someone here who says he can help. But he’ll only talk to you." Kate explained. "Have you tried torture?" Kate scoffed, "we don’t do that anymore, do we? Or did the Iron Alpha suddenly change that too?" Iron alpha? What was that about. "Come home." Kate said, and shut the mindlink off.

A few weeks later, we’re joined by Avani, his elf friend, Merethyl, Kaylani and Ishir. Ishir is the best tracker in the group. With the work he does searching for missing humans and supernaturals, he travels all over and has the potential to find the hidden bunkers where the Chief is creating his hybrids.

Travian stepped forward. Rain, ash, and divine fire slid off his skin as his spear materialized — born of his will, forged in the first dawn. The glow that emanated from it was faint but unyielding, the same glow that had once parted galaxies. “If you’ve come to destroy him,” he said, his voice low but carrying the gravity of thunder, “you’ll have to go through me.” The Primarch tilted its vast, shifting head — a crown of stars framing a face that had no shape and yet every shape.

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.”

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

Hunter said. "We don't know who Silvia is," The other guy croaked out and Hunter's eyes darkened. Putting his phone aside. He barked at his men who scurried inside. "Strip them," Hunter ordered and their faces paled. His men did as told and within seconds both the guys stood there butt naked with their hands tied behind their backs. "One of you shift," Hunter said looking at one of his men who shifted quickly into his wolf form. "I want you to f*ck that guy," Hunter said pointing at the f*cker who looked as if his soul left his body.