Transformers: Prime Ironhide Novels & Stories

From the shadows behind Elena, two figures emerged. They were "Perfected Shields." They looked like Nevan, but their skin was a seamless, metallic silver, and their eyes were the cold, radiant gold of the Harvester. They didn't have souls; they had protocols. They were the "Alpha-Prime" units—the versions of Nevan that Elena had always wanted to build. "Kill the Shield," Elena commanded. "Retrieve the Heir. The Mother will be integrated." The two Alphas lunged.

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

"We received your... loud notification. The shattering of a Harvester Command Vessel is a feat usually reserved for the elder civilizations. We wished to see the 'primitive' world that managed it." "You've seen it," I said, stepping forward. I let the "Holy Fire" shimmer just beneath the surface of my skin, a silent warning that the primitive world had teeth. "I am Elena, the Argentum Prime. This is Killian, Alpha-Prime of the Silver Line. You used the word 'Acknowledge.' What exactly are you acknowledging?"

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

It roars, shaking the sky. Eden Prime smiles. **"Meet your son."** --- **The Choice** The hybrid attacks, roots and static tearing the garden apart. Ravel fights with a brutality I've never seen-biting, clawing, *burning*-but the hybrid regenerates faster. Eden Prime floats above the chaos. **"You can stop this! Just say yes!"** The static writhes, offering power-enough to crush the hybrid, to save Ravel, to burn the Architects from the sky. But the cost?

cleared instantly. The image sharpened into 4K resolution. We stared at the screen. On the dark waters of the southern ocean, a fleet of ships was cutting through the waves. They weren't steel ships. They looked like they were made of white bone or bleached driftwood. They had no sails. No smokestacks. And on the decks stood figures. Thousands of them. They were humanoid, but they wore armor made of the same white material. They stood perfectly still. "What are they?" I whispered. "The Hollow Men," Wulfric’s voice came from the doorway. We turned. Wulfric wasn't there—he was dead. But standing there was Silas, my father. He had aged, his hair completely white now, leaning on a cane much lik

On the opposite side, she saw Rico flaming up his body as he seems to be meditating and to Niffa’s surprise, his body was surrounded by blue flame instead of violet. “Rico!” she shouted as he opened his eyes and snap his fingers, the colossus was released, and the royalties were shocked to see a huge horse, wolf, and deer in front of them. “Your highness you need to ride on Prado and escape the palace,” Rico said as he pull Prado in front of them. “Please trust us on this!” Maru shouted as he keeps on controlling the wall he created while Seres’ red fire keeps on striking it.

*** Kirk’s POV I watched as the little Honda zipped away, weaving through the sea of sleek luxury vehicles parked up and down the block for Elirisha Ravenshade’s party. That tiny car seemed so out of place, like a kid sneaking into a private club where they didn’t belong. The stark contrast caught my attention, but only briefly. My mind had more pressing matters to focus on. “She’s kinda cute for her age,” Grimnir, my wolf, observed, his voice echoing in the back of my mind.

I whispered weakly. Something like recognition slowly crossed his face, and the red glow of his eyes faded to a familiar stormy grey. There he was. Eldarien Vrathorn. Still covered in blood and damp strands of his dark hair, still flaunting double fangs from between his bloody lips. It was like whatever had possessed him had temporarily taken the back seat.

I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster. He dashes forward as if he will crush me and in reflex, I swiftly step back. But he stops in front of me and slides up his tinted visor so that I can see the upper part of his face. He tends me the helmet similar to his, except this one is in white colour.