Transformers: Prime Sierra Novels & Stories

Everything was turning to normal when Maya flashed light from her head and we teleported back to the headquarters. "Wh..what was that,"I asked, trying to catch my breath. Sam was just staring at me. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" "You.." and before he could finish the statement Maya cut him short. "Are fast." ****************** *At the Rebel Headquarters* "Sir, I warned you about that," Maya almost screamed at him. "If I had not got there in time, who knows what would have happened." "What is she talking about," Sam asked.

I just smile and shake my head just as one of my patrols mind links me to let me know that an unmarked police car has turned onto the road between the Crimson Snow Pack and the Midnight River Pack. “They should be here any minute.” I tell Bree, Dax, Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, just as Tasha and Channing return from showing Alpha Connor where they had found the human body and where the scents of the vampires are. It’s then that we see two headlights heading our way.

At that moment, the door swung open again. Several bodyguards in black surrounded a familiar figure, worn and breathless from travel. It was Ethan. He was thinner and hollowed out, but the moment he saw me, the exhaustion and madness in his eyes were replaced by raw, overwhelming relief. His lips trembled. His voice cracked as he said, "Laurel, I finally found you." When Vivian saw Ethan, she latched onto him like he was her last lifeline. But the very next second, her sanity snapped completely when she saw that his eyes were fixed only on me. He didn't even notice her.

I said, "keep filming. If the world stops watching, the ink runs dry." --- ### The Gates of Prime We ran. Rowan, Sam, and a dozen other "Restored" survivors followed the golden path. We didn't need cars. The road moved beneath us, a treadmill of pure intent. As we reached the gates of the Aethel-Prime tower, the "Real World" security was waiting. They weren't robots. They were men in black tactical gear, holding rifles. "Stop!" the commander yelled. "You are trespassing on private property! These 'Organisms' are corporate assets!"

Bima’s voice, though rough, held a newfound steel, a hardened edge forged in the crucible of loss. "We need to move. Now." Riska, her face pale, nodded curtly, her analytical mind already racing ahead. "Agreed. The reservoir's energy signature is still… unstable. It could re-ignite at any moment. And whatever that whisper was… it wasn't just mimicry. It was a projection of intent. Core Prime is evolving at an alarming rate."

It must be because he recognises me from the night he killed Micah. The pack warriors rush forward to attack the vampires. Nadia screams, sending a wave of sonic energy at us. My father, brothers and warriors are thrown back and clutch their heads in pain. I fall to the ground in agony from the sonic wave. Lord Talon releases my arm. I immediately try to cover my ears to block out Nadia’s scream. I didn’t know something like this was even possible to do. I notice blood trickling out from some of the warrior’s ears and noses. Lord Talon holds his hand up, gesturing for Nadia to stop. She immediately becomes silent. ‘I am warning you all to cease fighting. We are not your enemy,’ Lord Talon sa

She stepped in front of her children, her green glass blade humming with a desperate, vibrating energy. ​"I wondered when you'd show your face," Sierra said, her voice echoing off the silent walls of the district. "Or should I say, my face." ​The figure landed softly on the cracked pavement. Up close, the resemblance was haunting. The Architect-Prime possessed Sierra’s features, the high cheekbones, the sharp jawline, but her eyes were not green or amber. They were "Null." A flat, reflective silver that showed Leo his own reflection, distorted and small.

But it was Ever and Sierra who were conversing below it. Sierra was holding a glass while clutching Ever's hand; she appeared to be sipping alcohol and moving like she was in a circus due to her body movements. Sierra was dressed in a provocative black sleeveless dress that was very tight to her figure, whereas Ever was dressed casually in tees and trousers. I'm not sure why, but I became irritated because I couldn't figure out who Sierra's version was in the video and I don’t understand why they are very close to each other in the dim area of Spencer’s house. She appears so different that even when it's a little dim in their direction, I can tell she's not who she is. The Sierra I know does

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

"I can do this, Mom. I just need to do it quickly before my strength runs out." The second Prime was easier. A woman named Nyx—the same one who had come with Cassandra to Ironfang months ago. She put up more of a fight than Marcus had. Actually tried to counter-command Elena. It did not work. Elena's command was stronger. Faster. More precise. Nyx left without finishing the confrontation. Retreated rather than continue fighting a battle she was losing. Two down. Ten remaining. The third engagement was harder. The Prime we targeted—one of the hidden six named Sienna—did not come alone. She had positioned guards who attacked the moment Elena tried to engage.