Transformers Prime Laserbeak Novels & Stories

“Never.” Liora’s voice cut through the pain. “Kade! The self-destruct sequence! There’s a manual override!” Before I could reach for it, Prime spun me around and pinned me against the glass of a gestation tank. A half-formed enhanced wolf floated inside, inches from my face. “Watch,” Prime whispered. “This is what you will become.” Then the entire facility shook like something was about to pull it off its foundations. And it wasn't coming from us but from something outside.

Usually, her energy was a roar of fire; here, it was a dim, protective shimmer, struggling against the absolute zero of the wasteland. She saw him a mile out. He wasn't standing on a balcony this time. He was part of the landscape. The fragment had used its "Update" power to fuse with the ancient machinery of the vault. He stood ten feet tall, draped in a "cloak" of scavenged steel and frozen cables. He looked less like a man and more like a Primal God of the North. As she approached, the "Beast" turned. His eyes weren't gold or violet. They were a flat, terrifying glacial blue.

Blake said as he walked toward Tabitha and held her into his arms to calm her down. Susan witnessed all of this and didn’t say how she longed to be in her boss’s arms and be held tightly. When Tabitha finally calmed down, Blake left her alone to ponder her wealth and continued his daily duties. An hour passed, and his phone began to ring. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the familiar number but couldn’t place it. “Hello, Blake Elon speaking.” “Chief General War God, this is General Beker. Are you free tomorrow for us to discuss your return?”

She lifted her arm and extended it, palm outward. Focusing her aim in a way that now came naturally to her, she fired a tight, two-inch wide yellow beam at the nearest carcass, striking the joint of one of the arms just below the giant pincer. Her beam cut easily through the cartilaginous material, and the pincer dropped to the ground. “Very cool,” Lights said approvingly. “Kind of like a laser—tight and concentrated. Blaze’s Power is more like a flamethrower—an extremely hot flamethrower.”

I rasped. “You think you can surprise me? Please.” Becca’s laugh was ice-cold as she faced Ethan squarely. “I’ve battled beasts like you for centuries. I’ve studied your kind. You Primordials think no one remembers where you come from, but I do." She stood tall like she was just getting started. Her eyes glowed faintly, pulsing with whatever dark power she’d pulled into the room. Ethan staggered, one hand gripping his head, the other reaching weakly toward me. “Harlyn”

“I don’t yield. Not to you. Not to anyone.” A surge of dark energy exploded from its body, throwing her off. She slammed into the ground, her vision swimming as she struggled to rise. Elijah’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding. “Annabel, move!” She didn’t hesitate, rolling to the side just as a beam of light shot past her, striking the rogue in the chest. The beast howled, its form flickering as the light consumed it. Elijah stepped forward, the obsidian blade glowing brightly in his hand. “Stay down, you bastard.”

I was sure I. Wait. My lips slowly parted as I leaned closer, my heart beating wildly in my chest. The second half of the portrait... it was me. Not Kian. Skylar. With the long hair, the double ear piercing. It was me. "You are awake." I turned sharply, my chest heaving. Alpha Eros was now leaning on the door, his hands tucked in his loose pants, the jacket he was wearing offering a glimpse of the necklace he was wearing, and the shirtlessness underneath.

Kazimir roared. He didn't just command; he acted. He grabbed Elara by the tactical vest and hauled her behind the thick casing of a cryo-chamber just as a Micro-Laser (a high-intensity, narrow beam of light capable of cutting through steel) sliced through the air, melting a line across the floor where they had been standing seconds before.

The enforcers froze, their movements faltering. "What… what is that?" Lia stammered, pointing at the vat. Riska's device shrieked. "The energy signature… it’s Core Prime! They're not just pursuing us. They're trying to… absorb our creation! They’re trying to weaponize it themselves!" The liquid in the vat began to glow with an unnatural, phosphorescent light, mirroring the corrupted glow of the reservoir. The potent aroma of their mixture was being distorted, twisted, corrupted by Core Prime's overwhelming influence.