Transformers: Prime Ironhide Novels & Stories

Under the absolute weight of my Royal command, the solid iron head began to warp, the metal twisting and melting into white-hot slag before the timber shaft shattered into a thousand harmless, smoking splinters. A collective, paralyzed gasp rippled through the remaining Vanguard ranks. The engineers at the gatehouse froze, their hands still locked on the iron winch, their eyes wide with a horrific, paralyzing terror as they stared at the naked display of forbidden hybrid power. "A-Alpha Queen..." one of the engineers stammered, dropping his iron wrench into the snow as his knees visibly gave way.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

A giant shadow, far larger than any Sentinel, began to descend from behind the violet dimensional rift. It was the entity that had been hiding behind the name Core Prime, a colossal mechanical hand that looked like a human hand, yet made of billions of glowing circuits. The giant fingers began to curl, crushing the skyscrapers in the city center as if they were nothing more than stacks of cardboard. Bima stared at the hand, then at the crowd of people who were now regaining consciousness and screaming in terror at the destruction looming above them. "It doesn't want to erase us anymore," Bima whispered, his voice heavy with bitter realization.

I weigh and discard the usual openers, all the ways I have eased mortals into revelations before. “My real name is Aetherion,” I say, blunt as a stone. Both of them go very still, in different ways: Jax’s shoulders tense, but Raven’s eyes intensify, their blue darkening as Calliope comes forward to listen and she processes. “You knew I was different. But you may not know is that, like you, I was made half-wolf, half-god.” Raven’s lips part, but she closes them again, determined not to interrupt.

But a cold, heavy hand wrapped around my heart, stopping me just in time. I hadn't seen Irene in five long years. I didn't know what she had become, who she associated with, or if her loyalty had shifted to the pack hierarchy while I was away. In this world, a human could not afford to be careless. "Oh, no, there are no mythical powers," I said, forcing a light, dismissing chuckle. "He is just exhibiting his wolf traits a little earlier than usual. It’s nothing supernatural." "But Keren, early shifting and extreme physical durability are classic signs of the Prime gene," Irene pressed, clearly fascinated. "I’ve been studying the ancient texts on Primes since the rumors started."

"I can do this, Mom. I just need to do it quickly before my strength runs out." The second Prime was easier. A woman named Nyx—the same one who had come with Cassandra to Ironfang months ago. She put up more of a fight than Marcus had. Actually tried to counter-command Elena. It did not work. Elena's command was stronger. Faster. More precise. Nyx left without finishing the confrontation. Retreated rather than continue fighting a battle she was losing. Two down. Ten remaining. The third engagement was harder. The Prime we targeted—one of the hidden six named Sienna—did not come alone. She had positioned guards who attacked the moment Elena tried to engage.

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

“I’m safe with you.” “Yes,” he said and held me. We were only alone for a moment before Prime Beta appeared from the brush. He looked around coolly, but did not seem overly affected by anything he saw. “Others are coming. We have to move quickly to hide this mess.” He moved at once to one of the fallen attackers. Pulling back the guard’s helmet, he paused, but only briefly. Whatever he saw must have been nothing, because a moment later, Prime Beta was lifting the body to move it.

We walked toward each other across the neutral ground, and the distance between us closed with the particular quality of two people in whom the same blood is making a mutual recognition before the minds have caught up. He was the first to speak. "You have your mother's eyes," he said. "And something in you that's much older." "You know what I am," I said. "I suspected when I heard the reports from those inside Ironveil's territory. And now that you're in front of me—" He paused. His expression was layered in a way I was beginning to recognize as a family trait: multiple registers operating simultaneously, the surface composed and the depth in motion. "I know. Yes. You're a Prime. The first i

And I stared right at him. “What is this hybrid’s name?” Brock turned to me and said, “Zane Drocco.” Jared and I gasped but I kept my composure. Now I feel a strong headache coming on. I felt my back hit a wall and I closed my eyes, trying to process every bit of information as I put all the pieces together. The hybrids, why Elder Zane is so adamant to find and lock up every last hybrid from all packs, the prophecy and the white dragon.