Transformers: Prime Ironhide Novels & Stories

"Nothing to worry about." "Ok..." Aria breathed in relief then gasped in disbelief as Prime Johansson suddenly burst into flames that raged out getting bigger and bigger then gutted out to reveal a might red dragon, that stretched its wings and beat the air, lifting off with great effort into the sky and letting out a mighty roar. "Bloody hell!" Kahlia exclaimed. "It never gets any less amazing to witness." Abram said, folding his arms with a proud smile. Next was Prime Evans who transformed with a tornado of inky blackness to reveal a huge black dragon that pierced the night with its sub-sonic screech as it lifted into the air and joined the fire dragon in its hovering.

"Don't worry bro. She is safe here and I will make sure that her stay here will go smoothly." "I know that you will hardly punch me in my face if she encounters any problem in my territory and I don't want that to happen because I know how you get angry. I'm just afraid of you, haha!" I heard my boss's voice so I peeked through the slightly opened door of his office. I saw sir Tyrone sitting in his swivel chair and he was with a man but I couldn't see his face because he was facing backwards to me. I frowned and I couldn't figure out why but the back of the man who my boss was talking to seemed familiar.

"Archive it? You want to hide an omniscient god in a ghost-drive while the Minister of Interior is walking up the stairs to check our homework?" Pim hissed, her eyes darting across the flickering holographic displays that populated their penthouse workspace. "That’s like trying to hide a wildfire in a matchbox."

Over fifty thousand regional wolf-guards had thrown down their arms, falling into formation behind the nine-foot titan. And at the center of the massive, glowing red war-host, moving at breakneck speed along the grand imperial highway straight toward the capital... was a solitary, massive iron structure being dragged by six mutated shadow-beasts. "What is that central unit?" Zane asked, leaning over the holographic map, his brow furrowed. Asher’s voice returned, dropping into a whisper that carried the cold weight of absolute death: "It's an ancient mobile execution platform, Zane... The First Prime isn't marching to negotiate with the High Council's remnants. He has declared a Primal Trial.

I nodded, waiting for him to continue. “Prisca, you’re special. You are… well, we are both different, and so was your mother, your grandmother, and everyone in our family before that.” I raised my eyebrows, unsure of where this was going. “What do you mean, Daniel?” He sighed again, running a hand through his hair. “You’re a hybrid, Prisca. A very special hybrid. You’re part witch and part werewolf. My mother was a member of the strongest coven ever known to mankind—‘The Hidden Coven.’ She was one of the last hidden witches before she died. My father was a sacred beast cursed by the moon, known as a werewolf. I inherited the werewolf gene from him, but I didn’t inherit my mother’s magic. Sti

Sitting on a throne made of welded server racks was Torque. Torque was the lieutenant of the Ironheads. He was a nightmare of transhumanism gone wrong. His left arm had been replaced entirely by a heavy-duty hydraulic claw used for crushing cars. His right eye was a telescopic lens grafted directly into his skull. His skin was grey, pockmarked with chemical burns. "You the mechanics?" Torque asked. His voice was synthesized, buzzing through a speaker box embedded in his throat. "She is," Ren said, nudging Kara forward.

"I'm your granddaughter! You clearly knew how dangerous he could be, yet you still forced me to marry him? "Do you really think that little of me?" Seeing her twisted expression, Steven seemed to age ten years in an instant. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "You'll regret this." There was a pause between each word. His eyes carried a sense of pain. "How could I ever regret killing a monster?" Jessica screamed hysterically. Steven pointed at me on the ground. "His name is Christopher. He used to be the ace of the Special Forces. Now he's part of my Classified Unit."

The Great Dragon Mountain stood eerily silent, its imposing peaks shrouded in an air of mystery. Adrian's gaze swept over the scene, and he chuckled coldly. "Not bad, but this is hardly enough to pose a threat." Hearing this, Tyler looked startled, unable to grasp Adrian's meaning. "Sir Adrian, some Primeria soldiers are exceptionally skilled," he said cautiously. "They possess an invisibility technique that allows them to blend seamlessly into the forests. Their presence becomes almost undetectable. We must tread carefully."

But as we slowed our approach toward the city limits, my data-deck vibrated again. I looked down at the screen. The single Sun-Hound hadn't retreated to run away. He had retreated to call in the cavalry. On the horizon behind us, emerging from the tree line of the glowing jungle, wasn't another squad of hover-bikes. It was a Prime Forge. It looked like a crawling city block. A colossal, treaded walking factory, belching black smoke into the pristine air, its massive cannons rotating to lock onto our coordinates. "Prez," Tank said slowly, bringing his trike to a halt. "We're gonna need a bigger gun."

The Void-Prime emerged from the fissure, not as a beast, but as a fluid, obsidian ink that sought out anything with a frequency. The Iron-Wolves of the South were the first to engage. Led by Captain Thorne, they dived into the fissure, their silver-gold hulls glowing with a magnetized brilliance. They were heavy, their iron-resonance acting as a "Dead-Weight" that the shadow-ink struggled to move. "THEY'RE TARGETING THE DENSITY!" Arthur shouted from the lead dreadnought, his voice a metallic resonance. "Emma, the Prime-Core is trying to 'Weight' its own darkness with our iron! If it succeeds, it will become a Physical-Void that cannot be dispersed!"