Novel & Cerita Transformers: Prime Miko

said Kronika. “Anyway we are getting ahead of ourselves” said Karuji. “Right Karuji” I said. Suddenly the grounds shakes and I sees Mangey Tails, Tail’s counterpart from Boscage Maze from the TV show; Sonic Prime was tasked to stop me, “Karuji, Cetrion, Kronika and Meridia the Hideout has been compromised, I repeat the hideout has been compromised” I said getting up.

Something inside me buckled. I was going to— “You won’t.” The voice slid through the chaos like silk. Not a sound. A presence. I turned my head—or maybe my mind did—and there he was. Mikah. But not like before. He stood tall, glowing faintly in all white. Not translucent or distant like a ghost, but real. Solid. Strong. His dark eyes were calm, and in that stillness, I felt everything steady. “You won’t hurt anyone, Priscilla,” his voice said in my mind, soft but unshakable. “Not this time. Not ever again. You were never the weapon… You were always the cure.”

The sentimental gasping mostly came from women prisoners. Irena became impatient while waiting for her selected prisoner to step into his robotic exoskeleton suit, which would help her prisoner fight against 2Pac. 2Pac was Princess Death Row’s robot. She modeled the machine after the late rap star. Princess Death Row made her way over to Mark and his son with her long flowing black dress dragging behind her.

“And you trust her?” “No,” I said. “But I trust what the Council didn’t want me to know.” We walked to the main interface. The core key fit into a small port beneath the central screen. The system hesitated, then beeped three times. RECOGNITION CODE: KAIA….PRIME ARCHIVE FIREWALL LIFTED. PLAYBACK INITIATED. A holographic projection lit the room…then a video began playing. Three people stood in a dark chamber. Two wore lab coats. One wore armor.

The migration was turning into an invasion force. I walked over to the Sovereign. The matte-black chassis was covered in ash, and the tires were slick with mud, but the Origin-Code engine purred flawlessly as I turned the ignition. Leo and the Code-Born kids ran up to me, their tactical gear smeared with soot. "We're coming with you, Mia," Leo said, his jaw set stubbornly. "If they're using the Prime Forges to drill into the mantle, you'll need us to shut them down."

I growled out, rising to my feet instantly, their eyes widened at my words. "Truly? It's truly her?" Greg asked in excitement, I nodded. "That voice...that pattern of introduction.... 'Miwa... Iretomiwa'...how could I forget it.... there's no mistake, that voice belongs to my woman....get every information you can on it.... Now!!" I growled to Johan, he bowed immediately going into action as I turned to Greg. "Where was that live show aired from....?" I asked him. "It's a documentary from Akunna foundation belonging to Akunna corporation...city of Lagos Nigeria." He answered quickly.

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He muttered before pulling the mask away and leaving. I huffed and stared at the ground again, thanking the moon goddess for protecting me this time. All I had to do was wait it out and soon he would be gone and I could move on but fate had other plans because the next thing I heard was Valeria's sharp voice. My head whipped towards her. "I am the woman you're looking for, Alpha Kieran." She mused, slightly bowing to him. Kieran stopped for her, his eyes doing a quick once over. He huffed.

I said politely but seriously. “Yes, he is expecting you, your highness. Please follow me.” She led me to Parker's office. The entire time, she was swinging her hips like a pendulum. She is letting her arms swing gently, and her back is straight. She is trying to walk like she is a model instead of a receptionist. As we get closer to the office though, Kral starts moving around. ‘Our mate is here, Ames!’ I sucked in a breath at his words. I stopped and inhaled. I smelled a beautiful scent of moon flowers and rain. Unique and beautiful- is that my mate’s scent?

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