Transformers Prime Predacon Novels & Stories

My cousin asked and looked at us. "Uh, yes. Yeah. They… they are ready. They will be. It's just that… umm, Bradley still has no signs of any supernatural abilities yet." Pryce answered and whispered, and I know she's worried, too, about him, same as I do. Unlike Preston, who can now control the element water and do telekinesis as a young warlock and can hear like a werewolf or a vampire already, Brad… he still has an aura of purely human. Nothing unusual.

I was able to find them in Vicegrip and left him out while the energy grid helps Ying yang get out of the Dark Cloud. "Wait !" I said. "Where’s Primal and Warzone? I don’t see him anywhere!" Then in the middle of the dark cloud, we saw a tornado begin to form within it. It kept spinning rapidly be clockwise until the cloud itself dissipated and we could see Primal and Warzone. Apparently, Prime had summoned the speed of a cheetah to run in the middle of the crowd so he could form a tornado to erase it. As soon as the dust cleared, our attackers were nowhere to be found. All that was left was the wreckage of the facility and one of the two that they were after carrying a hybrid.

She still remembers and catches on to the contradiction from what he had said. “What do you mean? Lady Aurelia, Aren’t they just mindless monsters?” The Prime Minister asks as he acts like he doesn’t have a clue. “Please, don’t insult my intelligence, Mr. Prime Minister. You said it yourself, didn’t you? That they follow you. The act of following means that they are not mindless, or at least they have the same intelligence as many predators such as lions and wolves during the pre-apocalypse.” Aurelia explains the fact one by one and then stops to zoom refocus the picture on the screen for them to see the bigger picture where people within the room can see the gathering of the cursed one hord

Seeing that Adrian had guessed the truth, Edwin smiled and confirmed, "Indeed, this is Purecastle's most revered codex—the Sacred Spirit Codex, which contains the records of the Primordial Core." Everyone was stunned by this revelation. Adrian and the others had never imagined that the spiritual entity that had been blocking their way was hiding such a profound secret. Irene asked, "What exactly is the Primordial Core, sir? Can we finally uncover its mysteries?" Edwin responded, "This isn't the place to discuss this. Let's return to Gull Isle first." The group agreed, concerned about avoiding further daemon attacks. With the situation resolved, several immortals from the Universe Alliance ap

We had all fully responded to our primal nature and were ready for a vicious encounter. After a long pause that entailed all of us getting into combat positions and staring deep at each other, Elijah finally spoke. "You can take her! She is an abomination like you anyways" said Elijah, after which he told his werewolves to stand down and immediately, they all stepped back.

cleared instantly. The image sharpened into 4K resolution. We stared at the screen. On the dark waters of the southern ocean, a fleet of ships was cutting through the waves. They weren't steel ships. They looked like they were made of white bone or bleached driftwood. They had no sails. No smokestacks. And on the decks stood figures. Thousands of them. They were humanoid, but they wore armor made of the same white material. They stood perfectly still. "What are they?" I whispered. "The Hollow Men," Wulfric’s voice came from the doorway. We turned. Wulfric wasn't there—he was dead. But standing there was Silas, my father. He had aged, his hair completely white now, leaning on a cane much lik

"Six unidentified signatures approaching at Mach 10! Papasok na sila sa canyon!" ​Ang mga Precursor Scouts ay hindi gaya ng mga barkong nakita nila sa Earth. Sila ay hugis-karayom, kulay pilak, at gumagalaw na tila lumalangoy sa hangin. Sa isang iglap, nagpakawala sila ng mga Plasma Beams na tumama sa mga defensive turrets ng Outpost. ​"Vargo! Legion! This is it!" sigaw ni Xander habang isinusuot ang kanyang Wolf-Alpha Armor. "Gamitin ang mga tunnel! Huwag silang harapin sa open field! Ambush tactics!"

"We handled the Board. We can handle a few angry grandpas." "They aren't grandpas," Reyes said grimly. "They’ve spent the last century synthesizing their consciousness with pre-war combat AI. They are post-human. And they are waking up the Prime Forges. Neo-Angeles isn't a city anymore; it's a war machine. And they are expanding." Dax lowered his SMG an inch. He looked at the massive, crippled Crawler. Its treads were completely blown, and smoke was billowing from the primary intake vents. It wasn't going anywhere.

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”

The sound of bones shattering and reforming was clearly audible; his skin tore like rags, revealing a black, carapace-like substance beneath. “Aaaaaah!” he screamed in agony as the black mist suddenly erupted, blasting away all the guests within a dozen meters of him! Panic erupted. Screams, cries, and the shattering of glass echoed throughout the museum. “Catherine, get out of there! Now!” Jack roared. “Too late!” Catherine’s voice rang out. “He’s blocked the main exit! He’s…transforming!” On the surveillance footage, Preston Vance was no longer human. He had transformed into a monster nearly ten feet tall, composed of twisted black carapace and exposed, pulsating tendons. His face, which s