Transformers: Prime Ironhide Novels & Stories

One by one, the iron gates of the opposing preparation bays ground open. First came the **Iron-Scale Pitbull**—a massive, seven-foot beast of a shifter whose skin was covered in dark, metallic reptilian scales, his jaw dripping with acidic foam. Next entered the **Void-Blade Brothers**—twin syndicate assassins from the North, their bodies woven with shadow-relics that allowed their arms to blur into razor-sharp spectral edges. And finally, from the central gate, stepped **Victor Vance**. Agnes’s breath caught in her throat.

Chapter 67: The Frozen Vault The Berlin Vault became a crucible of ice and fury. Sentinel Prime didn't fight with finesse; he fought with the raw, brutal power of a force of nature. His obsidian skin deflected Aris's pulse shots, and the single violet eye in his forehead glowed with an ancient, malevolent intelligence.

But it was what came behind them that truly terrified me. Three figures, each standing twenty feet tall, covered in silver armor that seemed to absorb light. They moved with impossible grace for their size, and where their feet touched the ground, the earth withered. "Titan-class hybrids," Chen whispered—she'd been conscripted as our intelligence officer, her knowledge too valuable to waste. "Theoretical only, I thought. The energy required to maintain that size should be impossible." "Unless they're using multiple power sources," I realized. "How many Moonsingers did the Council really kill? How many did they harvest?"

He looked like he was just drying off; I knew he was making sure the exits were his. Alpha Felix sat in his high-backed chair, his fingers drumming nervously on the armrests. Beside him, Silas Osborne looked like a man who had already tasted victory. And then there was Scarlet. She had changed into a dry silk dress, her face blotchy from crying, standing near her father like a jagged piece of glass.

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

His speech was slower and almost uncaring. “And a Prime?” She asked again. “Right now all you need to know is that an Alpha Prime’s existence is what keeps us from being the monsters others fear.” Sybil swallowed. She wanted more information than that, but clearly Daral wasn’t feeling like sharing more. They reached the door of Aries room and Daral slowly blinked. He looked at the door like he wasn’t sure what he was doing here. Sybil reached into her pack and pulled out a dark salt stick and broke it puting it right under his nose. He jerked away from her slightly and his gaze cleared immediately. He blinked and rubbed his nose looking like he was going to sneeze.

The goal of dying in peace rather than being cursed to follow evil biddings for the rest of their existence. They were the last of the Primes, an ancient blood of werewolves made to be a puppet of warring tribes. And Augustus vowed to protect his brothers no matter what. He had no time to waste now. He needed to think fast on how to break their curse and be human to find peace they had been seeking for what seemed an eternity now. Yet he knew it wouldn’t be easy. Nothing in their life was. Distraction would do him no good. Entering his room on the third floor, he pulled off his hoodie over his head, realizing something was in the front pocket. Reaching for it, he stared at an I.D., reading t

"Mama said that I should not say it until you realize the meaning of the chrysanthemum. But she said that she will be back and—" I didn't let him finish his words as I transformed into my wolf form and ran as fast as I could so I could reach Elian in a short period. I mind-linked my elites to come with me. My heart was pounding as I reached there. It felt like an eternity until I arrived at the villa house. I immediately ordered my elites to disperse them in the forest to look for Seraphina using her scent

I asked. “We are here, Moonbound,” a voice came from the side. The air molded into a human shape surrounded by blazing fire. Before I could tell what it was, it took human form. “I’m Nivor, the Silent Flame, who burns hatred to ash and sanctifies the soul,” he introduced. Then another took shape beside him, dressed in a warrior’s outfit with a sword hanging at his waist. “I’m the Ironhide Beast, Kaelthorn, whose roar shields the hearts of warriors,” he said.

—a floating monolith of archived history—and swung himself into a landing on a platform made of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the aperture of the bridge hummed with a cold, sterile light. Standing at the edge was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. Her silver hair shimmered like a dying star, and her eyes—that chilling, calculated violet—looked down at them not with hatred, but with a terrifying Indifference.