Transformers: Prime Sierra Novels & Stories

The estate guards snapped to attention. “Sir, will you be joining the team on site?” I didn’t answer. I stepped into my car. The door slammed shut behind me like the click of a trigger. Halfway to the café, a call came in. “Sir,” Shadow Prime said. “New development. Sienna stepped away to take a call. Tone urgent. She mentioned a failed attempt. She used the word ‘elimination.’” My pulse slowed. “What else?” “She’s scared, sir. She mentioned you by name.”

Prime says, sounding unsure. He’s not as tall as Grey, and when we stand up, we’re about the same height. I’m probably a decade older than him, but that age difference feels huge right now. I’ve been working this job with Sierra for nearly a year, but it feels like it’s my entire life. “You’re not cut out for this, Prime. You should quit before you get hurt.” I’m halfway out the door when I glance back at Grey and say, “Let Sierra know I have some personal stuff to take care of. I’ll be back in a few days.”

—a floating monolith of archived history—and swung himself into a landing on a platform made of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the aperture of the bridge hummed with a cold, sterile light. Standing at the edge was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. Her silver hair shimmered like a dying star, and her eyes—that chilling, calculated violet—looked down at them not with hatred, but with a terrifying Indifference.

She screamed in pain as her ribs were fractured. Sierra grabbed her katana with both of her hands. Her eyes glowed brightly with green light and the katana in her hands started burning with the green flames. "Sinners like you belong to hell only. There is no angel who would want to save people like you." Sierra yelled at Alford as she ran towards him. She turned 360° and the katana created the ring of green fire. Using the green flames, Sierra decapitated Alford's head. Then she stabbed the katana right in the middle of his chest. As the green flames reached his heart, his body was set on the fire of hell. Sierra grabbed the bottle she had with her and captured his soul in the bottle. As Alf

Yuri's gaze, however, conveyed understanding. "Silas, you need to help me save Emily because she is your mother," I whispered, revealing the shocking truth. "What!" Silas yelled in surprise, his fury surfacing. "Alpha, please let Elena explain everything," Yuri pleaded, causing Silas to glare at her. She flinched and stepped back, her sympathetic eyes directed at Silas. I explained when I had learned the information and why Emily had asked me to keep the promise. I also revealed the names of the traitors - Emma and Henry, who wanted to eliminate Silas from the picture. Mac gasped upon hearing the truth. Silas's expression remained inscrutable, his true emotions masked. I tried to read his th

What if the Archive, the secrets, everything Elena had been working for, wasn’t enough to stop the global machine from reactivating? But she had to try. “I won’t let you do this.” Elena’s voice was resolute, firm. “I won’t give you the key to control humanity.” Sierra’s face tightened, and she gave a single, sharp nod. “Then you’ve just signed the world’s death sentence.” With a flick of her fingers, Sierra activated something on her wrist – an encrypted device Elena didn’t recognize. The countdown on the screen in front of them began immediately, its digital clock ticking down relentlessly. A sudden rush of dread filled the room.

~ SIERRA ~ “Go! Quick!” Sierra slammed the car down shut as she jumped into Ethan’s Mercedes Benz. Ethan and Rosie, who were sitting at the front seat, turned their heads to her in confusion. “What’s going on–” “NOW!” Sierra yelled in response, pushing Ethan to put the car in gear. “Miss Sierra! Stop!” Right behind them, several of the guards were calling after Sierra. Ethan and Rosie shared a worried look. “Please!” Sierra yelled again, and this time, Ethan complied.

No, that couldn’t be possible. That alpha was known for being brutal and bloodthirsty. How was it even possible that the man who was driving me mad was him? "Listen," Trixie continued, ignoring my confusion. "Silas is a powerful ally for you. Especially with your wanting to reclaim your place in Caelum." Frowning, I continued to try to make sense of all of this. So this was what Silas meant when he said that he was a better choice. Even if Alphonze was supposed to be the greatest Alpha of his time, he was nothing compared to the snake of Crimson Tides.

I backed away slowly, heart pounding. “Ethan,” I whispered into the static, voice cracked. “It’s looking at me. It knows.” Then his voice—real—crackled through: tight, terrified. “Don’t engage it. That one isn’t stable. It’s a Prime—combat alpha. It’s learning by mimicking. Sophia, please, you need to—” The line went dead. The glass hissed. Release valves disengaged as steam swirled out. I turned and ran—down the tunnel, heart bursting, crimson fear inside me.

“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.