Transformers Prime Predacon Novels & Stories

I said and points my index finger to her. "You're a Mageian, too?" Adhira said while pointing her finger to her. She just giggles a bit and nods her head. And, as of cue, she made a clone who looks exactly like her. "Well, yes." She said and smiles genuinely. "I'm Kendra Brites, your Voithos, designated by Lady Audra." She said and bows down her head. Since I've introduced myself before as her Phylax, I just bow down my head like Kendra. But I feel like my neck was dislocated when she hits our nape.

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.

The prototype lifted its head— revealing eyes glowing with unstable gold, flickering violently like broken light. It spoke with a distorted voice: “…more…” Lena recoiled. This wasn’t human. Not anymore. “What is he?” she whispered. Kass replied with a scientist’s pride. “A failed Primarch. A weapon built from purge DNA. Until now, it had no anchor.” Her smile deepened. “But with your stabilizer gene… it might finally survive.” Lena’s pulse thundered. “You’re creating a monster.” “No,” Kass corrected, “I’m perfecting one.”

And the hooded Prime Lord in the middle moved forward a little to speak to us. “Primes are a rare occurrence, a glitch in the system of time and space, and you boys are the second set of glitches in your reality. That is to say, amongst the trillions of life forms within your reality, you are both extremely unique, and that’s why you are here today.” Wow! Just wow, was all my mind could manage. “And who was in the first set?” I wondered to myself. “Oh! This one’s mind is quite active” said Adi, as I realized it could read it.

The Crown pulses, conflicted. The Reverent watches, unreadable. You anchor two powers you should not survive, the Prime continues, gaze piercing. Why? I think of the pack. Of Midnight. Of the children dreaming of shadows and chains. “Because silence was killing us,” I answer. The Prime studies me for a long moment, then turns its gaze outward, toward the sealed border. The old predators will come now. Not scouts. Not parasites. My stomach twists. “How many?” Enough. Ethan steps up beside me, shoulders squared. “Then we’ll fight.”

“You came here because you want to understand.” Aurora stood at Damien’s side. “We came to end this.” Monroe’s gaze shifted to her, sharp with recognition. “Ah, yes. The variable I didn’t account for. Love—how quaint.” Damien’s jaw tightened. “You don’t get to speak about her.” “But I do,” Monroe said, gesturing to the pod. “Because she’s the reason he’s awake.” Julian frowned. “He?” Monroe circled the pod like a priest at a ritual. “This is Prime. The original template. Before Daemon. Before the failures. Built not just to survive—but to inherit.”

"They were life-support coffins! My great-grandfather didn't lock them away to build an army—he was trying to preserve the last three Primal Elders before the High Council flooded our continent!" Silence fell over the floating pier, broken only by the crackle of distant fires along the Citadel docks. I stepped around Dominic, kneeling in front of Maeve. The silver runes on my collarbone cast a soft, luminous light across her wet, terrified face. "The titan who just walked off your ship... he called himself the First Prime. He said I had the voice, but not the Crown's soul. What did he mean?" Maeve looked at me, her golden eyes reflecting the silver glow of my mark.

“STOP IT!” Adrian's eyes turned completely black. Then gold. Then something worse. Pure white. Architect Prime appeared behind him. He dropped to his knees. Subject One stared in horror. “What is happening?” Charles looked at the screen. His face lost all color. “Elena…” “What?” Charles slowly turned toward her. “The system isn't transferring the Mother into Adrian.” “Then what is it doing?” A new message appeared. ORIGINAL VESSEL RESTORED. ARCHITECT ZERO AWAKENING.

Travian stepped forward. Rain, ash, and divine fire slid off his skin as his spear materialized — born of his will, forged in the first dawn. The glow that emanated from it was faint but unyielding, the same glow that had once parted galaxies. “If you’ve come to destroy him,” he said, his voice low but carrying the gravity of thunder, “you’ll have to go through me.” The Primarch tilted its vast, shifting head — a crown of stars framing a face that had no shape and yet every shape.

The retinal scanner blinked green, and the doors slid open with a hiss. Grace stepped inside and shivered. “Feels like walking into a graveyard.” “No,” Adrian said. “This is where monsters are born.” Inside, the Tower was a network of pristine white halls and black-glass chambers. An AI system greeted them. “Welcome, Adrian Ashford. Clearance level: Omega Prime.” The voice was cold. Masculine. Synthetic. It sounded eerily like Alaric. Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Deactivate vocal resemblance.” “Voice adjusted,” the AI responded.