Transformers Prime Kup Novels & Stories

But just like her brother, she also had the beauty, unmatch beauty, to be exact. Primo giggled as he looks at Prima. "Yeah, whatever, you're old enough. Look, you don't even have a lover." "Shut up Ziel, having some lover is still not on my mind. I still have you." "Aww sweet as ever. You're the best." "I know." Prima said as she winked at Primo. After breakfast, Primo directly went to his room and grab his camera. The most precious thing he would have. He earned money just to buy it. It might be not the latest model, but at least he has one.

He says in a small plea. I shake my head, unwilling to keep silent. I’m furious and if the entire world doesn’t hear it, William McQueen II will. “No, I won’t shut me up. You are to hear the truth. The Karen you knew is dead, this one is the new me and screw your opini–”

Kevin’s voice was a ragged whisper, raw with exhaustion and a fear that ran deeper than anything Bima had seen from him before. Riska, her face streaked with grime and the faint residue of phosphorescence, shook her head, her usual analytical composure frayed. “We don’t know, Kevin. Core Prime’s evolution… it’s exponential. It’s not just adapting. It’s integrating. It’s using natural processes as weapons. The reservoir… that was a biological integration. This… this is something new. Something more… elemental.”

The looming threat of the rogue werewolves, now more organized and dangerous than ever, had forced even the most rivalrous clans to unite under a common cause. Alex Robert Macrobat, a 30-year-old werewolf and mother, stood beside her son, Prince Kai. Alex’s journey from a human to a werewolf had been marked by tragedy and transformation. She had embraced her new identity after her mother was killed by a werewolf, leading her to the United States where she met her werewolf clan and learned to control her werewolf form. Alex eventually gave birth to Kai, who inherited her werewolf genes and bore a striking resemblance to his father, Kim.

As the council filed out, Prime dismissed the guards with a wave. “Leave us.” The door sealed. Prime stood, pulling Alex to his feet. His hand slid down, cupping the heavy belly, then lower, stroking Alex’s leaking cock through the fabric. “You’ve been so good,” Prime whispered, lips brushing Alex’s ear. “Carrying our legacy. Letting me rule. Letting him kneel. But I know you need more. The mutation demands it. The child demands it.”

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

A new voice, deeper, colder than any we’d heard before, came up the stairwell. “Primary Alpha target detected. Termination protocol authorized.” Then it stepped into view. One single enhanced wolf. But this one was different. It was taller, looked heavier, and carried a lot of scars on its body like it had survived a hundred battles. But I was pretty sure that those scars were just design protocol. No way this thing had been fighting for that long. Its golden eyes burned almost white. It looked straight at me and smiled with too many teeth. “Hello, Kade. I am Unit Prime. And I was created to kill you.”

They were at the floating restaurant, a few cabins away from the cabin where they were staying. Primo let out a soft chuckle and greeted him back as well before they took their seats. The food was all ready in front of them. They were just who Lupus had been waiting for. This is the closest distance that Primo had seen him–he looked older than Kauffman. Lupus has such a strict face, complemented with the skin cracks of wrinkles beside his eyes. Though he left such an impression, his voice was cheerful for his age. “Make yourself comfortable,” Lupus spoke as he smiled at each one of them, then he added. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about Prime Innovation,” He said as he took a pancake on

the pup stammered out. "Mr. Ander's, you have ten more seconds; otherwise, Ms.Middleton will be given a chance." Scholar Andrew said, clearly annoyed the pup just buzzed the buzzer before Kiara could. The thought of his actions hurting our mate had my anger slowly grow. If the idiot didn't know the answer, why the fuck did he buzz his buzzer. "Oh yes, um, yes, ahh, the answer is the battle of Armageddon." Said the pup.

Father sat at the most prominent seat in the hall, not looking mad in the slightest. Well, I sure was. General Colson, whose name was Gerard Colson, had deep ties to the original princess of this world. They were childhood friends of a sort, but the princess turned into Gerard's shameless pursuer as they grew up. He had a devastatingly handsome face and was highly skilled in martial arts, and his father was General Northguard, who watched the northern frontier. On paper, he was a good match for the princess. Except he didn't want her.