Novel & Cerita Transformers: Prime Meets Bayverse Fanfiction

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

“You’re alive?” Jaxon stood and faced him. Same eyes. Same smirk. But darker. Hollow. “They’ve been watching Ivy for years,” Jaxon said. “And you? You’ve been playing right into their hands.” Ivy moved cautiously through the lab, mind racing with questions. A console blinked to life near a central chamber. Curiosity overrode fear. She approached, pressing the blinking icon. A voice file loaded. “Subject IV-Prime shows advanced compatibility. Memory transfer initiated. Emotional anchors preserved.”

Lucas asked. Vera looked at him. "A Vessel Prime who has completed a Triad bonding is something the Cult has never encountered in its recorded history. Three mate bonds running simultaneously through a Vessel Prime changes the power structure significantly — it creates a stability that a single-bonded Prime does not have. A grounded, stable Vessel Prime could theoretically channel at a scale that would be—" She chose her next word carefully. "Transformative." "For what purpose?" Kyson said.

Amber's account left me breathless. I had never imagined that Harrison, The Dominator, who could now sway the entire city with a single move, had once been through such a life-threatening ordeal. At that time, I couldn't be there by his side. "Now, I think you should understand my feelings now, Kayla." Amber's voice brought me back to the present, leaving me in awe and sadness. I gazed into Amber's eyes, filled with sorrow and concern, and instinctively nodded. "If you really want to be with Peter, Amber,"

"Because as your bride, Leon, she'd be safe and..." "I am NOT his bride," she shouts and for a moment her eyes glow golden. Oh, so that's the ticket. Her body remembers more of herself when her emotions are raised. "It's not what it looks like!" Primus also insists, stepping in front of his mate and waving his arms. It is so weird seeing them both in human form again. It's been so long. "Then explain yourselves," I raise an eyebrow. "Give me a good reason not to tell father," I demand playing along with the script this version of me has been given. It is sad that even in this world, our father is the one to come between Primus and his happiness.

"It's just... there's a lot of people here. It makes me uncomfortable to have people with their own agendas roaming around the palace. I didn't want her to walk by herself." Liu smiled reassuringly. "She'll be fine." "She's a little sketchy if you ask me," Tyler said, earning a punch in the shoulder from Liu. "Oi!" He exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder. "That hurt." "It was supposed to," she said, glaring. Tyler just shrugged and looked around the room. "Oh, there she is," he said, pointing behind me. I turned and saw Vega talking shyly to Nwabueze. "I guess they're not mates, then," Liu sighed.

“They’re breaking apart again. Prime’s coming this way!” Sure enough, Unit Prime had torn itself free from the Forsaken and was charging after us, moving with terrifying determination despite missing an arm and half its body. “Primary Alpha target acquired,” it said. “Emotional bonds will be severed.” Liora stopped suddenly and turned. “You want to sever our bond? Come try it, you heartless piece of shit!” Prime changed direction toward her. I had to intercept, slamming my good shoulder into its chest. We crashed to the ground in a heap of claws and fury.

He hummed at a frequency that matched the incoming needles, and as they hit his aura, they didn't explode—they simply ceased to be solid, passing through him like ghosts. "Jade, the core!" Caspian shouted mentally. "I'll hold the grid! You have to overwrite the Command Sequence with the Phoenix code!" Jade dived. She wasn't flying toward a machine; she was flying into a mind. As she touched the central processor of the Aegis Prime, she felt the Original’s consciousness surge into her—a cold, oily tide of violet logic. “You belong to me, Jade,” the Original whispered. “I am the one who remembers the smell of your hair. I am the one who dreamed of this face before you were ever born.”

They were burning the canvas to kill the painting. ​Leo Vane stood in the center of the Iron District, his boots anchored in the emerald vines his mother had summoned. Beside him, Sierra knelt over the fallen Architect-Prime, the grey, hollowed-out version of herself. The Prime’s eyes were open, but they were no longer reflective mirrors; they were windows into a "Server-Room" that was currently on fire.

Xander growled, his hand tightening into a fist that glowed with the power to shatter the room. "I risked everything to ensure Haxon went to the only place where he could be truly ended," Vane replied, standing up despite the suppression field. He reached into his collar and pulled out a small, embedded chip - not Veil tech, but a crude, self-made neural anchor. "I am committed to peace, Alpha. But peace with the Remnant is a fantasy. They must be cauterized. And I have the coordinates for the surgery." The Prism Core in Evangeline’s hand hummed a pure, steady note - the frequency of truth. She looked at Xander and gave a nearly imperceptible nod. The "Judas" was a patriot of a different kin