Transformers Prime Predacon Novels & Stories

Maya asked, her hands glowing with a soft gold as she gripped the overhead support rail. ​"Ten minutes. Maybe less," Silas replied, her jaw set. "But we’ve got a bigger problem. Look at the scanners." ​On the tactical display, hundreds of red icons began to swarm the landing zone. These weren't drones or machines. They were the "Apex" wolves, Thorne’s personal guard, fully infused with the Primal Seed and the necro-virus. They were standing on the jagged obsidian peaks, their eyes glowing with a synchronized, rhythmic red pulse.

The vote was scheduled for noon. The coalition struck at dawn. Not with assassins or military forces this time. With something infinitely worse. Through our fragile connection across three locations, we felt it simultaneously—reality itself beginning to unravel. Not cosmic manipulation or dimensional tears. Something fundamental. Something that made the Architects' power look like children playing with toys. "What is that?" Aria gasped in Silvermoon, her void senses screaming warnings she could not interpret. "The Primordials," Drake said in Eastern Empire, his rebirth energy detecting catastrophic futures collapsing toward single point. "Someone found a way to contact them. To convince them

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.

She will miss her sister's family but thank God, she has a sister in Princess. "Wow! Mom and Comfort are back" exclaimed, Princess. She was eagerly awaiting their arrival. She wanted to know the outcome and she was not disappointed at all. Princess was waiting for Comfort to come back to share a particular case they have been handling but could not be resolved. It was one of the girls in one of the schools that had been molested severally by her stepfather. She doesn't know how to tell her mother because she may not believe her. Moreover, she had been quiet not until the group came to share a talk with them. The lady wanted to see Comfort but she had travelled, though they tried their best t

I looked at him with fear in my eyes. “Pandora, what happened?” He asked me. His eyes with a mix of worry and anger. “I received a premonition. Apparently, I’m the chosen of the Gods to stop the apocalypse.” I saw. My voice comes out as a whisper as I feel my father’s breath gets caught in his throat. He was trying so hard to process everything I told him that I could see his ears getting red as his blood travels up and down his brain, I could hear his heartbeats getting stronger and higher as he understood the situation.

It meant a lot of Imeela and me that they wanted to aid us in this fight of bringing a sadistic asshole to justice and making him pay for every ounce of pain he caused anyone. Ziyah turned this over to Imeela and me since this was kind of our show so to speak, and we took her spot. “For those who don’t already know, my name is Imeela Precoza. My parents were King Desmond and Queen Sadira Precoza, the previous rulers of the vampires. A massacre occurred on my tenth birthday, but my father entrusted my bodyguard to get me out of there and to keep me safe. Unfortunately, My family and many of the guests and coven died that day. The man who betrayed my father took over the throne as a wannabe Ki

Pixies and dryads were huddled together in fear from the hovering stings and probing tentacles. The enemy leader, a Prime Chimera, turned to the three Scions with wide, taunting smile that bared his fangs. It was shaped like a large, hunched bat with silver scales all over its body. The bat leaped forward and made an ugly screech to the Scions. "We've been expecting you, Scions." His voice was rough and strained. "Why, thank you. So let's get to it, shall we?" Rachelia smiled, and flicked her wrist.

[Carnelia] “Who is Primus?” The tall drake’s face twisted towards me, his right eyebrow raised, wrinkling the brow of his black skin, the color of midnight. His eyes, flashing green, remind me of my mate’s, much like the sharp edges of his chin. Much like Oaestr is my mirror copy, features like mine with colors switched, the same could be said of this male in his perfectly pressed uniform. “Her mate,” Oaestr answers for us both, her lip curling in disdain. “She’s obviously broken. This navigator may need to be recommissioned. She seems to be suffering from delusions.”

It was the physical hunger of five centuries, manifested in a limb of vitrified bone. Ga-chi. Ga-chi. The tectonic grinding in my neck spiked. The petrification had settled into my jaw, but now it was vibrating in resonance with the claw. Every time the Third Prime’s fingers tightened around my obsidian forearm, a jolt of raw, biological electricity shot up my spine, trying to rewrite my DNA into a menu. "You think the Second Prime was the predator, Phoenix," a voice boomed—not from a throat, but from the very floor beneath me. It was a sound like stones grinding against teeth. "He was just the accountant. I am the appetite."

a voice boomed, vibrating directly into Elara’s mind. A towering figure stepped forward. It was a humanoid shape, but its skin was a moving map of Tessellated-Code (patterns of data that fit together like tiles). It was the High-Archivist, the leader of the Precursor faction that had accepted Elara's "Mortality Infection."