Transformers Prime Skylynx Novels & Stories

He gives me a worried look so I mindlinked him. ‘It’s okay, she’s not dangerous.’ I tell him and he furrowed his brows but nods. I looked over to Syria’s direction. ‘She’s a shifter, a dragon shifter,’ I finish my words and Hunter grabbed my arm and looked me in the eye. ‘Are you certain?’ He asked through mindlink. I nodded in reply and he let go of my arm, glancing at the woman named Syria. ‘How?’ He asked.

After Matias, Wayra, and Princess Lumia joined James’ side, the tens of billions of creatures blocking the path of the Sky Bridge dispersed. Jacopo and Xainte immediately panicked after observing them head in Skynet’s direction. Xainte turned to James and asked frantically, “What did you tell them, Sir? Why are they headed toward Skynet?” Jacopo, on the other, hesitated to speak. James smiled calmly and said, “Let’s focus on constructing the bridge for now.”

Sky chuckled and said. “Are you really the Immortal Doctor?” Sky asked after a pause. What? Alex was stunned. He started thinking to himself. Wallace Yoke really did not hold back from advertising Alex. Since Wallace couldn’t dominate America entirely, he used this poor strategy to slowly reveal Alex’s identity. As one of the Twelve Battle Kings of Divine Constabulary, and one of their twelve sub-group’s leaders, Sky was willing to stand up and protect Alex with his life by going against the Pattingson family. Naturally, Sky had his reasons—Alex’s greatest value was that he was the Immortal Doctor.

'I think something happened. 'Yes,' Lihua said. 'I noticed.' She crossed the room and crouched in front of the girl. 'Tell me what you feel.' 'Like the ceiling is gone,' Ruoxuan said. 'Like I have been living in a room my whole life and someone just took the roof off and there is just — sky up there. More sky than I knew existed.' She looked at her hands. 'I advanced. Did I advance?' 'You broke through to Foundation Establishment,' Lihua said. 'Fully. Cleanly.'

“…Operator?” Her voice echoed strangely, as if the system itself was speaking through her. The Primordial Warden finally fully emerged from the sky. Its enormous body towered over the continent. Wings the size of cities unfolded behind it. The single eye in its head glowed like a dying star. YOU HAVE AWAKENED THE PRISON CORE Lyra floated slightly above the ground now without realizing it. “…Yeah,” she muttered. “I’m starting to get that.” Adrian stood below her, watching carefully. His expression showed something she had never seen before.

Ren looked at the speaker. It was Jinx. Her avatar was a sleek, cyber-ninja construct. She wore matte-black stealth plating, a hood pulled low over a digital mask that displayed a shifting neon smiley face. Currently, the face was rolling its eyes. Twin monofilament katanas were strapped to her back. "Relax, Jinx," the second figure rumbled. "The man’s got a life." This was Tank.

I could only stare at the figure standing on the observation deck. He didn't wear a silver mask. He wore a sharp, charcoal-gray suit that looked exactly like the one Ryan had worn in New York, but his skin was a translucent map of silver mercury. The Second Prime. The architect of the "River Pact" ten years ago. “You’re looking at the arm, Phoenix,” the Second Prime spoke. His voice was a flawless, terrifying baritone—a chorus of a thousand Kings speaking through one stolen throat. “You think it’s a tax. A curse for being the Mother.”

His voice was loud enough to cut through the sonic boom. I looked up. From the hangar bays of the flagship, a swarm of black shapes dived toward us. They weren't drones. They were "Sky-Eaters"—bio-engineered wyverns with jet turbines grafted into their wings. The Council's answer to air superiority. One of them, a beast with a wingspan of forty feet and a jaw full of spinning saw-blades, locked onto us. It shrieked—a digital-organic scream that made my blood run cold.

He narrowed his eyes at the title and I realized that he wasn't completely comfortable with it. “There has been war, targeting mostly Lycans. Most of the lycan clans have been destroyed. Mine is the only one still standing in the south. We don't know who these people are, they move smoothly, too smoothly. The seers say they use black magic. That's all we know” I explained. He pondered for a while, “That may explain how they moved so quickly without being noticed. I sympathize with you and your people. But what exactly do you want with us?”

Blood spilled from her lips as she swayed. Pain ripped through my unhealed bones as I lunged toward her. “ZXLORTHON!” My scream transitioned into a howl as I shifted into Pheles, mid-run. The ground collapsed into a crater beneath me as Zxlorthon materialized and darted toward the sky. Pheles leapt from the crater, catching Xanthea on his back, securing her with his tails. Zxlorthon roared. A torrent of green lightning burst out of his mouth, ripping through shadow Icifer, forcing its massive jaws apart as darkness screeched.