Transformers: Prime Ironhide Novels & Stories

Her expression was calm, but her voice carried authority as she barked, “Protect the citizens!” On the opposite flank, Brutus Ironhide stepped forward, his massive frame braced against the storm. A bolt slammed directly into his chest, the ground around him cracking from the force, yet he merely clicked his tongue, brushing soot off his shoulder as if annoyed by a stray ember. “Hmph. Child’s play. Is this supposed to impress me?”

But something was off about the way Victor abruptly cut Tania off. The door shut behind them and that was when I made my move. I shot up, sitting ramrod straight to find myself fully healed without a sliver of pain ricocheting through my system. I shook away my awe and tossed my covers aside, gingerly tiptoeing to the closed door so I could press my ear to it. They were talking in harsh whispers, or more like arguing. "—hiding something," I caught the tail end of what Quade was saying. "I touched her, I felt something in her. She's human but there's something else in her," Tania whispered just as harshly, "and you know what it is," her voice turned accusatory.

He burst out of the door and excited the room, the first person came to mind was Reyda, I hope he wasn't referring to her and if he was what the hell did she do. I didn't think I just acted, “Hayden do you think you can break out of these chains.” “We haven't been here for that long, so yes it's possible.” Hayden came forward with his wolf strength and ridded us from the silver chains, I bolted towards the door mustering up all the strength I had to ready myself for a fight. As I pulled the door open I saw Balrus standing in front of me along with a group of men, they all rushed me at the same time everyone but Balrus.

"Hold them off!" Xander didn't shift, but he let the Alpha-Prime energy pool in his fists, hitting the drones with raw kinetic force. They weren't just stealing data; they were taking back the stolen dignity of their kind. As the drive turned green, the team vanished into the night, leaving the ATG Tower humming with the sound of a billion lost credits. While the Quads fought in the glass canyons of Chicago, Evangeline stood in a much older cathedral.

I slid from the saddle in one motion and jogged for the main house, heart drumming a battle rhythm. My uncle—Alpha Corvin Draven—sat on the porch like a mountain in a chair, silver-shot beard catching the light. “Well, well,” he rumbled, opening his arms. “Ironfang’s wild cub returns.” I crashed into his hug. “I missed you.” He squeezed once, then eyed me. “That look says ‘trouble.’ Let me guess—you need Kael.” “Do I ever.” I grinned. “Is he in?” “Same mess, same room.”

Liam had no desire to kill him right in front of his mate, who, he realised, was watching everything with Lauren, looking absolutely terrified. He flung Roland across the room and shifted back, panting from his exertion and used his Alpha tone. "Shift" he demanded and the young man was forced to obey, unable to resist the authoritarian tone which was much stronger than his own. Roland looked angrily at the prince, "your mate is nothing but a slut you know" he hissed "spreading her legs for anyone and everyone. You sure you want her" he slurred and Serenity put a hand to her mouth in shock, her eyes beseeching Liam to believe she was nothing like what Roland was describing.

Now, for Serafina, her guards had been replaced by Major, Gun, and Hulk who would follow her everywhere, 24/7. Given that both Major and Gun were Salvatore's bodyguards, she did not know them quite well, but Hulk, on the other hand, was a large built, dark-skinned man with a permanent scowl etched onto his face. Hulk was not only in charge of the recruit's training but was also Marco's guard when he wasn't dealing with the newcomers. Serafina felt their punishment was relatively light compared to what they had done, but she wasn't going to voice her thoughts to her father in case he came up with something worse for the two.

ADA LUBE After rotating the iron tap valves to clear the ice grime from my pelt, my fingers retrieve Hayden’s ranking day token from the velvet storage case to run a detailed inspection. The asset is a high-tier, voice-integrated synthetic robot predator, engineered to look like an ice tiger because my tracking logs show Hayden maintains a supreme affinity for big cats. That specific variable drove my choice on the digital market.

I said after a minute. He didn’t look back. “I didn’t say I was.” “Most people would be.” “Most people don’t manage containment protocols for unstable elemental signatures.” “Wow,” I muttered. “You really know how to charm a girl.” I murmured aloud sarcastically He stopped walking so abruptly I nearly walked straight into his back. When he turned, his expression was still perfectly controlled, but something in his gaze sharpened. “You are a Prime,” he said. “Your power profile includes atmospheric manipulation, tectonic disturbance, hydromantic displacement, and fire resonance.”

The iridescent patterns in his eyes were fixed on the far end of the hall, where a set of massive, iron doors stood guarded by two figures that made my blood run cold. ​They were the Iron Sentinels. They stood nearly ten feet tall, their bodies composed of interlocking plates of hollow iron that seemed to float in mid-air, held together by nothing but the blue, electrical fire of their own resonance. They had no faces, only a single, glowing horizontal slit where eyes should be. In their hands, they held great, curved blades made of the same blackened metal as the ceiling. They didn’t move as we approached, but the air around them hummed with a frequency that made my teeth ache. ​“They are t