Transformers: Prime Sierra Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

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.”

I ask, looking around and Veronica shrieks. “She was just right here. We saw a cave behind the falls and were making echoes when someone answered us,” She yells, sheer terror on her face. “Do you think it’s Alpha Perez’s scouts? Do you think they found us?” she exclaims her, voice breaking as she cries. Finn holds her tight as he shakes his head and comforts her, “No, it’s not them,” he tells her. “They don’t know how to get in here.”

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.

Christian grabbed my back trying to steady me. "Sierra what are you doing?" he asked, his breath on my neck. "You cannot reprogram the computer in twenty seconds!" "I am not reprogramming it " I whispered my jaw clenched. "I am changing the code. The machine wants a Benson pulse. I have it." Julians eyes went wide. He grabbed the desk. "The genetic split! Sierra your code is a match! You do not need Leo!" Helen screamed, her face twisted in terror. She lunged at me trying to grab the tablet. "Sierra stop! Your brain cannot handle it! It will kill you!"