Transformers: Prime Sierra Novels & Stories

Slowly, but undeniably. I could feel it. This wasn’t just a woman carrying a child. This was the beginning of something beyond science. Beyond logic. I swallowed hard. My pulse quickened again. “Am I… still human?” “Who is Caelan, really?” A knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. Then Ronan’s voice called from the other side. “Sierra?” ***

I gasp as the little sparks set my core alight. If Mason noticed the effect he was having on me, he was gentlemanly enough not to comment. “I am your mate Sienna.” He says matter-of-factly letting his hand drop to the gear stick and shifting into the first. “We were made for each other.”

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.

“Why that of all the sculptures and other arts in the library?” She shrugged her shoulder. “I don’t know. I’m just drawn into it. It’s like when you enter a room and suddenly hear a faint sound of piano, the melody reaching out to you, as if summoning you closer.” A genuine smile crossed his lips. “The Prime is one of the ancient creatures in the world. They originated from this very land.” Chessa glanced at him. “You seemed to know about them. You also said they’re a fruit of sins and wars, right? Did you know who’s the artist that made them? I mean, they’re myth, aren’t they?”

the vibration of an enormous presence asserting itself in a space Sierra occupied, arriving through their connection as pressure and warmth and immediate certainty. The bond went fully quiet. Not the silence that had followed Paige's attack on the road. A different quiet. The quiet of a space where something immense was speaking and every other signal had the sense to wait. Then Sierra's voice came through the bond. Present. Changed. Carrying the unmistakable weight of having stood in the presence of something significant enough to alter her from within. She was alive. She was coming back. Ryder released Paige's throat and stood, his claws retracting with deliberate control rather than refle

"Look at the way she just lies there. She is waiting for us to start again." "She’s an Omega," Prime says, his voice a low, deep rumble. "She doesn't know how to do anything else but take. She wants the weight. She wants to feel the floor against her back while we crush the air out of her." He doesn't ask me if I’m ready. He just reaches down, grabs my hair, and pulls me up until I am sitting on my knees. I am shaky, my thighs trembling as I try to keep my balance. Silas, one of the Twins, move in close, like a predator. He grabs each of my arms and pull them behind my back, locking my wrists together with his massive hand.

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!"

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.