Transformers: Prime Miko Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

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.

Wilmot POV That little shit. Neriah dragged Jemisha, Regina, and me through the mud in front of the camera. I can’t get a hold of the producer to ask him not to include that footage. I’m going there first thing on Monday and demanding to speak with him. Jemisha shifted, and she has a weak brown wolf. She is not an Alpha, so that she wouldn’t have a strong wolf. She takes after her mother. Regina’s wolf isn’t strong either.

—a floating monolith of archived history—and swung himself into a landing on a platform made of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the aperture of the bridge hummed with a cold, sterile light. Standing at the edge was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. Her silver hair shimmered like a dying star, and her eyes—that chilling, calculated violet—looked down at them not with hatred, but with a terrifying Indifference.

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

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."