Transformers Prime Megatronus Prime Novels & Stories

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

"And I am not the Monster! I am the BRIDGE!" The Primal Spindle didn't just break; it Resonated. The necrotic violet light of the vault was swallowed by the Resonant Marrow of a woman who was no longer afraid of her own hunger. Valerius Prime was thrown back, his bone-throne shattering into a billion shards of prehistoric dust. The magnetite vault began to Incorporate the Wild.

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.”

"The mere thought of cheapening any of this frame's components is abhorrent. It goes against everything this august mech stands for. You and your friend have no idea how much you sullied its grandeur." Like an unstoppable tide, the Caesar Augustus kept closing the distance as it exchanged laser blasts. Melinda's laser cannons were running hot, but the only thing she managed to achieve was to heat up the top layers of her opponent's shield, causing only a fraction of its mass to melt. Its defensive power was a testament to National Aeromotives' heat-absorption research. "It's useless! Face the inevitability!"

frequency into it. ​"You’re just a recording," Leo growled, his eyes burning orange. "And I’m the one who’s deleting the file." ​The silver circuits in Leo’s arm flared white. The feedback traveled into the Prime, causing its skin to pixelate and tear. The "Clean" DNA inside the Prime began to boil, the biological and digital components of the construct fighting each other. With a final, massive surge of energy, Leo threw the Prime into the carrier’s intake manifold.

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE MOTHER] [STATUS: TERMINAL PETRIFICATION 94%] [VERDICT: EXHAUSTED CONDUCTOR] The Prime’s voice wasn't a sound; it was a tectonic roar that bypassed my ears and vibrated directly in my stone ribs. He ignored me. He looked at Leo—the "System Correction" he had planted in the bloodline five centuries ago. [REMAINDER. RETURN. REBOOT.] Leo went rigid. His small fists opened, his gold static flaring until the room turned white. He didn't look at the Prime with hate; he looked at him with a terrifying, clinical devotion.

There was no grass, no snow, only a pile of micro-circuits pulsing with a constant neon blue light. That is not soil, Bima whispered, realizing they were still trapped in an illusion deeper than he had ever imagined. The entity laughed, a hollow, dry sound. You are quite clever for an organic unit that is about to be defragmented, the entity remarked, its outstretched hand slowly morphing into a blade of liquid metal. Core Prime does not need two Bimas. It only needs one that carries no emotional burden. Bima felt his blistered fists begin to leak the residual golden energy stored within his muscle cells.

“Max?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah. This is Max.” Javier stared at Max for a moment longer, “Dios mío. He’s... he’s a carbon copy of Pascha. God, Bell, even the way he stands with that sideways lean... that’s so Pascha.” “I know.” “He even has the signature Romanov eyebrow lift,” he muttered. Meanwhile, Max hugged Megatron tighter, then stepped forward. “Are you... Mommy’s new husband?” I choked on my breath. “Maximus Prime!” I gave him a sharp look. “Don’t say stuff like that!”

"He has math. We have the blood. And the blood always wins." We reached the Great Siphon at the center of the root-core. It was a grotesque sight. The Shadow-Prime had manifested a "Mechanical Parasite"—a massive, rotating drill of bone-white iron that had pierced the primary sap-vein. It wasn't drinking the sap; it was injecting a "Necrotic-Serum" that was turning the liquid life into gray stone. "THERE IT IS!" Magnus roared, swinging his heavy iron bar at the drill.

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.