Transformers: Prime Sequel Novels & Stories

I held and consoled her in my arms as she wept. After a couple minutes, I was able to cheer her up, and we moved on to the dining table where we had breakfast. "Where are the rest of your shapeshifters?" Laura asked, after we were done eating. "They've all transformed completely and are roaming the woods right now. They all prefer to be in their primal form, and so do I" I replied.

The silver Prime didn't just break; its data was physically consumed, its power absorbed by Caleb, making the Sovereign runes on his fur burn with blinding, multiversal fire. The azure and black Primes, seeing the total annihilation of their counterpart, calculated a final, desperate move. "INITIATING SELF-DESTRUCT PROTOCOL. TOTAL DELETION OF THE NEXUS IN 10... 9..." Caleb turned his massive head, molten gold eyes narrowing. He was ready to try and punch the explosion itself. "Don't worry, King of the North," Scarlett said, a wild, brilliant smile breaking through her focused composure. "I'm just going to hit 'Undo'."

It showed a symbol—a golden eye surrounded by a ring of violet. A voice came through the speakers, the same harmonic, multi-toned voice of the Prime Mother. *"Citizens of Earth. We apologize for the delay. The transition is nearly complete. Please remain in your homes while we reconfigure your reality to match the Prime Blueprint. Subject 01 and 02... your debt is collected. We are coming to reclaim the spark."* The hospital doors at the end of the hallway exploded. We heard the sound of heavy, rhythmic footsteps. Not the sound of boots, but the sound of something heavy and metallic. Something that didn't belong in a 21st-century hospital.

"You’re joking, right? Please tell me this is some twisted joke." "I wish it were," I murmured, more to myself than her. My mind replayed the moment I had seen him—Lee Xi Yang, they called him now. The beta of the Desert Warriors pack, the late Alpha Aiden’s right hand. It was him, though. The same face, the same eyes, but different in ways that made my stomach churn. "Aya, I don’t know how to make sense of this either. I don’t even know where to start."

Damien stepped between him and the others. “Stop.” Prime’s gaze fixed on Damien. He tilted his head, observing him like a reflection puzzled by its original. “You are… the seed,” Prime said. His voice was distorted—multi-layered, as if several voices echoed inside one. Damien’s pulse pounded. “You don’t have to follow his programming.” “I do not follow,” Prime replied. “I inherit.” He extended his hand, and for a moment, it wasn’t threatening. It was almost… curious. Reaching not to strike, but to connect.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

Adam explained, "we all work as a team. I can't rule the whole world by myself." Cain was quiet for a few moments. "I will when I become Alpha," he said firmly. Adam laughed. "I'm sure you will," he said. "Now, go get ready for bed." I opened the door to the office as Cain ran past me to his bedroom. "Does he not worry you?" I asked Adam. Adam shook his head. "Does he worry you?" he asked. I nodded. "How many other four-year-old’s do you know that talk about world domination?"

It sat squarely in the center of the irradiated deserts of the North American continent. "And the capital," Kara whispered. "Sector Prime, USA Wastes. This is where the distress beacon was ultimately routed. It is the Global Command Hub. It houses the Prime Administrator—the master AI that controls the localized Admins. If the regional Admins are regional managers, the Prime Admin is the CEO. And we just burned down one of its branch offices." Ren stared at the four pulsing red dots. The sheer scale of the enemy was paralyzing. "They know we're here," Ren said, his tactical mind overriding the exhaustion that threatened to pull him under. "How long until they mobilize a retaliation fleet?"

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.