Transformers: Prime Sideswipe Novels & Stories

Over fifty thousand regional wolf-guards had thrown down their arms, falling into formation behind the nine-foot titan. And at the center of the massive, glowing red war-host, moving at breakneck speed along the grand imperial highway straight toward the capital... was a solitary, massive iron structure being dragged by six mutated shadow-beasts. "What is that central unit?" Zane asked, leaning over the holographic map, his brow furrowed. Asher’s voice returned, dropping into a whisper that carried the cold weight of absolute death: "It's an ancient mobile execution platform, Zane... The First Prime isn't marching to negotiate with the High Council's remnants. He has declared a Primal Trial.

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

Neriah said loudly. When she walked out of the room, there was a deep red handprint on her face. The cameraman immediately went back to following Neriah. “That is enough, Neriah!” Wilmot yelled “No, Alpha Wilmot. It’s just the beginning,” she yelled back. “You think you can steal my inheritance? You think I’m a fool? You know what you have done, and I am uncovering every truth. When it’s out in the open and you have fallen, I will watch as you pass through each realm of hell. Then I will walk away laughing, because that is what you deserve!” she spat.

I shriek and run up the stairs, laughing as I dodge his attacks. I hear the heavy pounding of his feet as he chases me up the stairs, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I shoot behind me while running towards my room. I slide on the floor where another gun is waiting for me. Pierce empties his gun, seeing another on my bed. He grabs it, but that one needs primed before it'll shoot. I grin at him as he huffs, clearly annoyed by the added work.

"You think this is a victory? You've just stunted the planet's evolution. You’ve condemned yourselves to a slow death in a scorched forest." ​"We've lived in the soot before," I said, standing up as the steam began to clear. My hands were no longer green; they were charred, the metal scars glowing with residual heat. "We’re quite good at it." ​Sarah-Prime didn't wait for a second exchange. A small, translucent drone descended from the clouds, snatching her up before Killian could reload. As she ascended, she looked down at the blackened spire of the Ninth Core.

This is Catherine, your new lawyer. — Fresh meat, how wonderful. The sharks are hungry. - He finished the sentence with a sigh while taking off his sunglasses and looking Catherine up and down as if he was really looking at a piece of meat. He then put the glasses in his pocket and walked towards the glass door that made a clicking sound. Being on the side of the table where the secretaries were, Catherine could see that Victoria had probably moved to press a button. She then looked back at the door and noticed that Miguel was holding it open. - Shall we go?"

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

It roars, shaking the sky. Eden Prime smiles. **"Meet your son."** --- **The Choice** The hybrid attacks, roots and static tearing the garden apart. Ravel fights with a brutality I've never seen-biting, clawing, *burning*-but the hybrid regenerates faster. Eden Prime floats above the chaos. **"You can stop this! Just say yes!"** The static writhes, offering power-enough to crush the hybrid, to save Ravel, to burn the Architects from the sky. But the cost?

In the Estate Gardens, about Four Years Later... The most feared creature in all of the Western Seaboard, the Alpha Prime of the Shadow Sovereigns, the King of Wolves, was now currently pinned to the grass, defeated. "Surrender now!" a high pitched voice squeaked. "Never, I do not surrender. " Alex growled playfully, though he made no effort to move his massive arms, which were currently being held down by two forty pound terrors. "Attack!" the second voice commanded.

"Prime is offering peace. Reject it and Prime offers destruction instead." "We've survived destruction before." "Not like this. Elena was restrained. Played by rules. Maintained appearances." Cassandra steps closer despite the weapons. "Prime has no such limitations. Will burn cities to kill you. Will eradicate bloodlines completely. Will turn your victory into ashes." "Then ashes it is. Leave." Jamie's done talking. Cassandra shrugs. "Your choice. But know this. Prime predicted you'd refuse. Actually hoped you would. Peace is boring. War is interesting. And Prime hasn't had interesting in centuries."