Transformers: Prime Sideswipe Novels & Stories

Notifications flooded the screen so fast the numbers blurred. I opened the top one. It was a video. It showed me head down, my earbuds plugged in as I walked fast across the quad. Jace and his group were around the corner. My shoulder slammed into his chest then I stumbled, his hand instantly reached out and caught my arm to steady me. Someone had slowed that part down; made it look deliberate and intimate. The caption read: “Hockey captain meets his mystery girl #CollisionCouple” Comments poured in underneath.

I looked at the pile of silver dust where Kael’s consciousness had finally burned out to buy me this one second of gravity. I didn't scream. I stood up. I looked at the Second Prime—the man who had turned my parents into data points and my son into a battery. My black arm didn't just itch; it ignited. If this arm belongs to you, I thought, my eyes turning to shards of lethal ice, then I’m the one who’s going to use it to finish your suicide. I lunged. I didn't move like a wolf. I moved like a structural failure. I slammed my necrotic, ash-weeping hand directly into the Second Prime’s translucent chest.

He felt the emptiness of the altitude, the cold of the upper atmosphere, and he channeled it into his arm. ​The two "Alphas" collided. The impact created a shockwave that shattered the remaining windows of the Spire’s top floor. The Prime struck with the precision of a computer, its blows designed to dismantle Leo’s joints. But Leo fought with a "Human Error"—a chaotic, unpredictable rage that the Prime’s algorithms couldn't account for. ​Leo took a hit to the ribs, the sound of bone cracking audible even over the wind. But he used the pain to anchor himself. He grabbed the Prime’s arm, the one glowing with the Cryo-Anchor, and forced his own "Anchor" frequency into it.

He had been the top predator for thirty years, and now he was looking at his replacement. "You... you aren't supposed to have the throne yet," the Prime gasped. He raised his silver cane, but Jane didn't even turn around. She simply flicked her silver wrist. A wave of invisible force hit the Prime, slamming him back into the shadows of the tunnel. We heard his bones snap again, a wet, sickening sound.

Instead of a coordinated formation, the Primal Six went Total-Feral. Zane didn't just block; he became a literal avalanche, throwing his massive obsidian weight into the Cyber-Wolves' front lines, shattering their chrome carapaces with raw, uncalculated strength. Jax and Cole didn't just run; they "Flickered," their silver fur allowing them to phase through the metallic spikes, appearing behind the Cyber-Pack and tearing at their hydraulic lines. Elara lunged for the vial. She felt the White Wolf's eyes on her—the Architect-Prime's cold logic watching her every twitch.

The strong figure flew up and fell to the ground as if there were a hurricane sweeping over. The figure of Jason took a step back, and then he wielded his sword. Two figures flew out, and only the old man who was neither sad nor happy appeared in front of Jason. The two exchanged a palm, and their figures flew out at the same time. Before Jason's figure fell to the ground, a piece of turtle armor flew over. Excalibur in Jason's hand struck out like lightning, and the tip of the sword hit the turtle armor. The two forces collided, and the turtle armor kept rotating on the tip of the sword. Jason exerted force on his wrist, and the turtle armor flew out and flew to Kevin.

“ Hello." “ Sir," the voice of his secretary said," Hagar us here to see you." “ Send him in. " He dropped the call with immediate effect and walked straight to his swivel chair and sank in, The office doors parted ways and Hagar walked in, looking messed up. " Good morning, boss. ". Hagar greeted him. “ Cut to the chase. You have greeted me already. “Hmm. " Hagar exhaled and stroked his hair. “ I asked you to cut to the chase and not exhale loudly. What have you got on your hands?”

Sybil asked shocked. “Yes, and I realized last night that my wolf will do it regardless of a yes or no.” He’d bitten others, ones that were destined mates. That was rather rare and far between, but as Alpha Prime he now had the power to do so. All the traits of being what he was, of the first blood were active in him now. Just like with that first group so long ago. The moment that his people chose him to lead it made him what he had been meant for. No longer just a dormant prime with latent abilities, but a realized one. One who’s gifts were now true and active. Again it just felt like a lot of weight and yet eased with telling her. Even if she didn’t like the last part.

Zip, zilch, nada. As I scrolled the screen, I watched it bounce back to the original state because there was absolutely nothing to scroll against. "What do you mean?" Came the sudden outraged cry of a female specimen in the cafeteria. I averted my gaze from my phone that was filled with loneliness and tried to find out what caused the ruckus. My gaze darkened when it settled on the Prime Empire's table. The brunette from earlier was on her feet, fire burning in her eyes. Amusement at her demeanor flew in the air between the members of the Prime.

The goal of dying in peace rather than being cursed to follow evil biddings for the rest of their existence. They were the last of the Primes, an ancient blood of werewolves made to be a puppet of warring tribes. And Augustus vowed to protect his brothers no matter what. He had no time to waste now. He needed to think fast on how to break their curse and be human to find peace they had been seeking for what seemed an eternity now. Yet he knew it wouldn’t be easy. Nothing in their life was. Distraction would do him no good. Entering his room on the third floor, he pulled off his hoodie over his head, realizing something was in the front pocket. Reaching for it, he stared at an I.D., reading t