Transformers: Prime Miko Novels & Stories

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

Bima whispered, his heart sinking as he witnessed the broken state of his best friend. "They didn't erase my memory of Indomie," Kevin replied with a bitter laugh, a sound so hollow it felt like a knife to the heart. "They turned it into bait to lure you all here." Suddenly, a smooth, melodic laugh echoed throughout the entire corridor, as if the voice were emanating from the very stone walls themselves. It was the voice of Core Prime, but this time it sounded closer, more human, and infinitely more dangerous than before. "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Bima," the voice purred directly into their ears. "The briefcase is now in the most optimal place for total disintegration."

Axel questions, “Why does that sound familiar?” “He’s your principal.” Myah laughs. “Principal P is an Abnormal?” He exclaims, “Although, I’m not really that surprised.” Sometimes it was hard to tell what he was thinking. “So, Cecilia, that means you have telekinesis?” She looks up at Axel and back at her sister, as if searching for approval.

I thought. “Thank you, Mythi. You girls take care too. And tell your unnie to chill and smile sometimes.” Blue chuckles. Then he turns to me. “See you when I see you, Hawkeye. I need to go now.” “See you. Take care.” I say and Blue walks away from us. I turn to Mythi, I guess. “Hello. I’m Miko.” “Hello, Miko-oppa? You’re older than me, right?” She asks.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

I smirked at her. Serves her right! “As in---” she gulped and a red blush became visible beneath her makeup. “Beta Danvers?” “That would be one and the same,” Michael replied, and I could tell by the look in his eyes, he enjoyed the way he was affecting her. I sighed. So typical wolves! They always loved to drop a power bomb.

There was nothing like that at the Blackwood compound. As I was standing there mulling over how streamlined and organized Killian’s Pack was, the door burst open. Miko entered, followed by Priscilla. Side by side, I could see that they were related. But Priscilla’s blonde was harsh and fake, whereas Miko’s was the kind of dirty blonde that glowed in the sunlight. They both had the same full lips, but his were framed by laugh lines, while hers were constantly pursed and angry. “Squad leaders!” Miko called, “Come forward. We’ve received more detailed intelligence, and we’ll be setting out in about an hour.”

She murmured. "Oh my God--" A figure appeared just right beside Minho. It was Tina. Minho's spirits lifted like they never did before. She was alright. She was really alright. Sure, she looked to be gasping in horror at her transparent form, but she was back in one piece. Minho thanked the Macroverse silently for the blessing. "Tina." he whispered, immediately shifting into his fifth-dimensional form even if it hurt his weak vessel, just so he could touch her.

The female warriors stood guard around her, their expressions hard. When the door opened, her eyes lifted weakly—and her pale lips curved into a faint, delusional smile. “Theo… you came to see me,” she rasped, coughing. “See? I told you he would come.” Miko clenched his jaw, fury flashing in his eyes. “Silence, you murderer!” he spat, raising the silver whip again. But Theo’s voice stopped him cold. “No need, Miko.” Miko froze. “Alpha?”

[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.