Transformers: Prime Sideswipe Novels & Stories

Rachel chimed in, in that tone people use when pretending to be Switzerland but actually handing over the nukes, “is that people might talk. Since you know, you’re just an intern at Eleanor Rowe, and he’s...” “My boss?” I deadpanned. “Oh no. The horror.” “Exactly,” Viviane cut in: bless her and her energy saved aura. “And once Isla’s internship ends, there’s no conflict anymore. Problem solved.” I flashed her a grateful smile and nearly offered a high five across the table. Irene responded with another plastic-perfect smile. The kind that could fool strangers but not me. I’d seen her wear that exact smile right before ripping someone apart in a PTA meeting.

Kael’s POV The Prime Purge Wolf lunged at Lyra. I shifted instantly into my massive black wolf, launching myself between her and the creature in an explosive clash of claws, teeth, and stone. The collision was louder than the collapse of the previous chamber. The Prime Purge Wolf was far stronger than the prototypes or the Royal Purge Alpha, and I felt its reinforced skeleton through the impact. I was thrown backward but twisted mid-air to land upright, planting myself firmly between Lyra and the beast. The masked officer watched with satisfaction, revealing that this creature was never intended for Crown control.

The backdoor Damian had embedded had been triggered by Prime’s own arrogance. The temporary tyranny was collapsing from within. Prime roared, lunging for Alex. Damian broke the restraints—weakened by the illusion’s failure—and tackled him. The fight was brutal—mirror images clashing in savage symmetry. Alex freed himself, grabbing a fallen guard’s pistol. He fired. The shot caught Prime in the shoulder. The clone staggered. Damian drove his knife into Prime’s chest. The clone gasped, eyes wide with shock. “You… were always better at this than me.”

With deliberate movements, it circled the evil entity, studying it with a critical eye. "You have strayed far from the path, young one," the Primeval Alpha spoke, its voice resonating through the air like thunder. "But there is still a glimmer of your true self within." Amelia and her allies observed in anticipation, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The Primeval Alpha raised its colossal paw, and with a swift motion, struck the creature's chest, causing it to recoil with a yelp of pain. The dark energy that had consumed the werewolf swirled and twisted, battling against the Primeval Alpha's influence. Amelia clenched her fists, urging the creature to fight back against the darkness t

It was a synchronized, perfectly executed wave of violence. Tank and Jax drove their massive rigs directly at the left flank. As the Oni swung its colossal kanabō club, Tank absorbed the glancing blow with his scavenged Prime Forge armor, the impact nearly flipping his trike. But the distraction gave Jax the opening he needed. The Revers President vaulted off Tank's hood, swinging his phased gear-axe cleanly through the thick, glowing tether attached to the beast's heel. The Oni-Brute instantly froze, its power severed, before collapsing under its own massive weight.

The moment of truth. My fingers were inches from the chip when the entire wall of windows behind Jeff exploded inwards. The world dissolved into a shower of screaming glass and roaring wind. A sleek, black aerial drone hovered where the window had been, its weapons systems humming with lethal intent. Standing in the jagged opening, silhouetted against the city lights, was Prime. Her obsidian eyes glinted, and her voice cut through the chaos, cold and absolute. “The emotional compromise is complete,” she stated, her rifle rising again, not toward me, but toward Jeff. “Targeting the architect. Eliminating the corruption at its source.”

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

He swung his sword and then jumped ready to plunge his sword into Dean's back who was dodging the attack. Gabriel saw the prime minister's attack that was about to stab in the back. "Hey, Dean.. watch out!" Gabriel shouted, Dean, confused what the Angel of revelation meant. But Dean realized there was a shadow above him. He put his hand, suddenly a light appeared on Dean's body. His eyes reddened, and his head shot up as the Prime minister's blade nearly hit his back. But what happened? The situation is reversed. The prime minister bounced far and hit a high-rise building. The pillars of the building were destroyed. The prime minister's body felt crushed. "Damn it, what kind of creature is h

Their eyes gleam like wet coal. “Well,” Fenrick says, cracking his neck. “This should be fun.” Hadrian steps forward, his shoulders squaring. “Stay behind me,” he says, his voice low. I draw my bow instead. “Not a chance.” The first gorilla charges. Hadrian meets him head-on, blocking the swing of his club with his forearm, then slamming a fist into his jaw. The second one lunges at Nythor, but the tiger prince moves like smoke, ducking under the blow and slicing the brute’s thigh. Blood sprays.

He was switching sides. He laughed. “No hard feelings Troy, I’m just following orders.” He sneered. “Attack!” he ordered the men. The air crackled as they lunged at me fiercely. Their bodies contorted, fur erupting, and with loud growls, they transformed into hulking wolves. I sidestepped the first, a blur of grey muscle, and then another, a whirlwind of teeth and claws. Adrenaline surged through me, igniting a primal fire in my soul, burning me with rage, rage to kill them for daring to double cross me.