Transformers Prime Predacon Novelas e Histórias

’ Soren and Nadia frown at one another before staring back at my father. ‘Alpha Maximus, if I may? Nadia says, taking a small step forward. ‘Blood Dwellers exist, they are real, and the one who can summon and control them is very real. Lord Atticus and his Blood Dwellers are a threat to all species, including ours. The only way we can put a stop to him is by working together. It hasn’t been an easy decision for our coven to work with another species, but it’s the best decision if we are to stand a chance to end Lord Atticus.’ The urge to go further into the woods consumes me. I subconsciously climb down the tree in a trance-like state. My father quickly grabs my shoulder as I nonchalantly wa

PROJECT SPINE OBJECTIVE: CONSTRUCT NON-MIMETIC DEFENSE UNITS TEMPLATE: INHERITED THREAD – GENETIC BASIS ONLY GOAL: COUNTER-HUNTER ARCHITECTURE When she emerged, Elias was waiting. He didn’t ask questions. Just handed her a datapad. “You’ll want to see this.” On the screen was a symbol. Not Malcolm’s. Older. Simpler. A circle with a triangle inside — a symbol from the very earliest Lancaster doctrines. But this one had been modified. The triangle was inverted. Charlotte stared at it. “Where did you find this?” “On the predator,” Elias said. “Embedded beneath the dermal plating. Hidden. Etched into the alloy.”

Ford asked, straightening. She nodded, reading through the text. Then paused, her finger stopping on a specific paragraph. "Listen to this. 'A true Prime child cannot be hidden by a weak vessel. The mother of a Prime will temporarily exhibit abnormal physical strength, one enough to counter a standard Alpha in order to protect the lineage before the child’s first shift." The words hit the silent vault like a thunderclap. Ford froze entirely, his breath stopped in his throat as his face turned an ashen, bloodless white.

he repeated firmly, the deep echo of his voice reverberating through the room. “And no one questions what I claim.” My heart dropped, and my stomach churned with something unfathomable. I could feel the sound of my own heart shattering in my own ears. “Then it is settled,” an elder said, jolting me from my reverie. And just like that, I'd been claimed by a man who'd never shown me his face–Prince Darion. …

From the shadows behind Elena, two figures emerged. They were "Perfected Shields." They looked like Nevan, but their skin was a seamless, metallic silver, and their eyes were the cold, radiant gold of the Harvester. They didn't have souls; they had protocols. They were the "Alpha-Prime" units—the versions of Nevan that Elena had always wanted to build. "Kill the Shield," Elena commanded. "Retrieve the Heir. The Mother will be integrated." The two Alphas lunged.

A voice filled the air, cold and mechanical. "This is General Drax of the Exodus Initiative. We have returned to the Cradle to find it infested with the Chimera. You have traded your human sovereignty for the instincts of beasts. We are the Iron-Kin. We are the Unchanged. Prepare for Sanitization." The Logic-Virus

We were now in the era of the Second Genesis, and the first cry of the new world was going to be ours. ​The Ninth Peak is entering the Deep Static, a realm where reality is as thin as a shadow and memories can kill. As Elara tracks the "Prime" signal, she discovers that Sarah-Prime isn't just building a successor—she’s rebuilding Elara’s father, the man whose death started the entire Ninth Core rebellion. But is it a reunion or a trap designed to test Elara's final humanity?

The silence after the fight did not feel like victory. It felt like a pause before something larger decided to move. Elena stood still for a moment, her breathing steady, her senses still alert to every shift in the air. The fallen creatures around them no longer resembled the unstable forms from before. Even in defeat, their bodies held structure, as if whatever Kade had changed was not temporary. It was permanent. Adrian moved toward the central console again, his focus sharpening. “We are out of time,” he said. “The spread has already begun.”

She started, and then paused. " I'm Victor, head of security here." “And you are officially in.." Piero said before keeping shut again.. I trailed behind Victor, my mind racing with possibilities. Who was I about to uncover? And how would I escape without blowing my cover? As we walked, Victor asked, "So, what kind of deals are you looking for?" I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. "Let's just say I'm interested in...high-value items. I'm willing to make a substantial offer. But I'm more interested in the new shipment.”

"You don't need to say anything, my dear. I only need to convince you to reject Daemon as your mate." A small gasp of surprise left my lips as he said that. "Why? Why would you say that? Isn't he your friend? Why would you want him not to be mated with his fated mate?" Wilder scoffed, a lock of golden brown hair falling towards his left eye. "Daemon is a Predator, the strongest thing the supernatural world has ever seen. First of all, he shouldn't even have a mate. That's a curse for all Predators, and he is the first one in history to have a mate."