Transformers: Prime Sierra Novels & Stories

Sierra has no idea how much I dislike the person she was kissing. Then, Ever appeared on the screen, which surprised the audience as well. Ever is renowned for being cold to others and quickly getting bored in crowds, so when they saw him on the screen, they were taken aback, but I also heard whispers of admiration for him. I just noticed he'd seated close to Sierra when I glanced towards him. Sierra is in the midst between Owen and him, and he seemed so delighted to see himself on the screen that even when he wasn't smiling, his eyes revealed his emotions.

"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.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

Sybil couldn’t walk around them. However the cleared area here was large enough for her to step to the side, but she had to be careful. They could still see footprints if she made them. Or her breath if she kept breathing the way that she was. So she calmed her breathing, made sure to stay on the stone that was clear and waited. Her heart skipped a beat as they were nearly to her. The one was Aries and that made her more than nervous. She knew she wasn’t giving off a scent she made sure, and she couldn’t be seen yet. However something about him set off her alarm system, not to mention he said that he was what they called Prime. She prayed that they would keep going and not bump her as the tw

In the Estate Gardens, about Four Years Later... The most feared creature in all of the Western Seaboard, the Alpha Prime of the Shadow Sovereigns, the King of Wolves, was now currently pinned to the grass, defeated. "Surrender now!" a high pitched voice squeaked. "Never, I do not surrender. " Alex growled playfully, though he made no effort to move his massive arms, which were currently being held down by two forty pound terrors. "Attack!" the second voice commanded.

The last thing I saw was his hand reaching out for the ice, his face shattered by a regret that would haunt him for eternity. I turned back to Malachi, my breath coming in short gasps. The power was intoxicating, but the cost was hitting me. My knees buckled. Malachi caught me before I hit the stone, his arms like iron. But as he looked down at me, the smugness was gone. His silver eyes were burning with something much more dangerous than territorial pride. "The seal is fully broken," he whispered, his voice shaking for the first time. "But Elara... the Primal power doesn't just control the earth."

Not the information but hearing werewolves were real, fated pairs and all that. “Sierra? Are you okay?” I asked. “I know it’s a lot to take in but you needed to know.” Her head turned to me, almost mechanical. Still, she said nothing. I never imagined how hard this would be. To convince a human of my world. “You gotta say something. I can’t know what’s going on in your head if you say nothing.” She leaned into me, crazy-eyed, breathing lowly. “You have lost your damn mind,” remarked Sierra. She then rose to her feet and sauntered down the small corridor.