Transformers: Prime Sierra Novels & Stories

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..."

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

Sierra protested. Her linebacker-looking friend stepped in, squaring her shoulders. "Dude, seriously, that is so creepy. Walk away." "She's mine." I glared at the friend, who widened her eyes at my soldiers surrounding us. I turned to Sierra. "Isn't that right?" Sierra eyed me. "Like cattle? No thank you." "Come on," I drew her further away from her protective friend. "I can get you to VIP and we can have more privacy-" "Stop it!" She wrestled her arm free. "I don't think you understand that I don't want to talk to you right now."

“The Prime Alpha adores his true mate, stray. I have witnessed the execution reports myself; he slaughtered an entire Blackwell hunting party just for entering Chika's sector.” Evaluating Sienna’s disheveled tunic from head to toe with absolute contempt, the supervisor snorted. “You seem completely unable to accept the reality of their happiness. Perhaps the moon has addled your brain. Lost your senses entirely, have you?” “You are mistaken! He welcomed me into his inner chambers! I handled his sheets, and his wolf did not issue a single territorial warning!” Sienna countered, her delusion remaining unbroken even as the iron chains were brought out.

A series of heavy titanium shutters began grinding their way down over the gaping hole, cutting off the view of the drone and the city. Prime didn’t wait. She moved with terrifying efficiency, a ghost in the chaos. She was already inside, ducking behind a reinforced support column as the shutters sealed us in. The drone outside unleashed a volley of fire against the new barrier, the impacts sounding like a monstrous drumbeat against the metal. The sudden semi-darkness was punctuated by the flickering emergency lights and the glow of Prime’s rifle as she swept the room. “You can’t hide from the protocol, Architect,” her voice echoed, devoid of any emotion. “The flaw must be excised.”

Thus, she snorted and spoke, “We need to get out fast. The soldiers are going to break down the spell.” “What spell?” “Don’t ask too much,” Sierra turned her back and proceeded to walk, “You guys can’t be here; you’re not strong enough to withstand the backfire of dark energy.” After that encounter, they had to admit that they were really got beaten up. If there’s no Sierra, would they still alive like this? “We’re sorry for being stubborn,” Leon broke the silence. “Yeah, Sierra. I hope you don’t get mad at us…” She tried her best not to laugh as she replied nonchalantly, “Promise me to always follow my order, okay?”

The retinal scanner blinked green, and the doors slid open with a hiss. Grace stepped inside and shivered. “Feels like walking into a graveyard.” “No,” Adrian said. “This is where monsters are born.” Inside, the Tower was a network of pristine white halls and black-glass chambers. An AI system greeted them. “Welcome, Adrian Ashford. Clearance level: Omega Prime.” The voice was cold. Masculine. Synthetic. It sounded eerily like Alaric. Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Deactivate vocal resemblance.” “Voice adjusted,” the AI responded.

he cried out happily. “You! We thought you really fell off that cliff!” Sam started chattering, “Mom and I really got worried that the truck actually hit you and sent you falling to your death!” she laughed, a sweet childish laugh that made several people look their way. “I see you’re bright and dandy!” she added, “So you must be Dorin Silvius, huh?” “And you are?” Dorin asked. “Let me introduce you,” Jacob piped in, “This is Samantha Revious, the head registrar’s secretary.”

FALINE POV The phone kept ringing. I stared at the screen, unmoving. Unknown number. But I didn’t need to guess. I knew exactly who it was. Sierra. For a brief moment, something twisted in my chest. I remembered that place the cold floors, the suffocating walls, the way time seemed to stop. Prison wasn’t survival. It was slow death. She must be terrified right now. Alone. Broken. Calling for help. My thumb hovered over the screen.

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.