Transformers Prime Slipstream Novels & Stories

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

They didn't go through the front doors; they moved through the Aetheric slipstream, Xander’s aura acting as a prow that cut through the Purity Initiative’s anti-resonance field. Unit Two: The Tech-Storm. Cassius and Lucien took the second node, located atop the Cathédrale Saint-Pierre. Lucien deployed his latest Lycan-tech: "Feedback Grenades." These weren't designed to explode; they were designed to "Overload" the siphons by feeding them a pure, unfiltered loop of the Song of the Hollow Court.

The ground trembled beneath the weight of their combined strength. Alpha Chul, satisfied with their readiness, initiated the next phase. He telepathically linked with the drivers of the vehicles, commanding them to halt their cars. Responding instantly to his command, the engines fell silent, and the cars came to a sudden stop. With a swift motion, Alpha Chul's mind linked with the warriors who possessed the ability to transform. In a dazzling display of power, those chosen warriors underwent a rapid metamorphosis, their bodies contorting and reshaping until they resembled majestic wolves.

I jammed my pistol under its jaw and pulled the trigger until the slide locked back. It spasmed. Then fell. Steam hissed from the crystal walls. The portal flickered, shrank, and vanished. Silence. We all stood there, panting. Jonie looked at the body. "Was that a Prime?" Schnell nodded slowly. "If zere is a hierarchy among Neurovores... yes." Spitfire flopped onto Jonie’s shoulder. "I burned it. I did good." "You did great," J said, sliding down the rope to join us. He ran straight to Spitfire and hugged her small, scorched body.

The Breach of the Aegis Suddenly, a massive structure—a "World-Ship" the size of the Moon—drifted directly into Earth’s path. It was a jagged cathedral of obsidian, the flagship of a race the Overseers called the Primacy. Unlike the other ghosts, the Primacy ship was still "Warm." It possessed a Residual Entanglement Field that began to hook into the Trinity-Aegis, pulling the Earth toward it like a magnet. "It's siphoning our reality!" Lucian shouted, the floors of the Spire buckling under the sudden gravitational shear. "It’s trying to use our 'Current Existence' to reboot its own!"

The Prime Beast smelled her weakness and lunged again. Thorne and two warriors formed a wedge formation to shield Lyra’s flank. Eira took the front with me. I shouted orders with full Alpha dominance. “Left flank, drive it toward the support wall!” “Do not let it scent the heir again!” The pack obeyed instantly, but the Prime Beast ignored formations; it targeted Lyra only. The Prime Beast’s tracking ability is biological, not magical. It can sense the heir’s heartbeat through solid rock.

"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 saw a forest in the distance being covered in a layer of liquid metal, the trees turning into jagged antennae. "The Resistance has three 'Slip-Stream' flyers," Fenris said, gesturing toward a trio of sleek, triangular crafts hidden beneath camouflaged netting. "They use the same anti-matter tech as the Null-Cannon. We can fly under the Reaper radar, but once we hit the mountain, it’s going to be a shooting gallery." "I'll fly the lead," Silas said, stepping toward the first craft. "No," I said, grabbing his arm. "I need you with me. In the back. We need to pool our power if we’re going to survive the Bridge."

The two projectiles lodge themselves onto each wrist as Ursa drops her shining net over her Uncle’s head. The scent of burning flesh hits the air as Primus screams in agony, the silvery net shining bright blue with the glow of the starfire crystals. A silver collar and two silver cuffs appear where the projectiles pierced Primus’ flesh. A terrible roar shakes itself free from Primus’ throat as his body begins to shrink, the cuffs adjusting in size with him as it zaps him repeatedly with bright blue flashes of contained lightning. I roar along with him, my arms outstretched helplessly as Primus’s wings wrap around his body as a useless shield.

said the SLT-class. That's look like branch that used Seraph type used to prisoning the Fluxter to be eaten inside Cocoon of Evolution. “Let’s get out of here!” said the PRD-class. Front line Herrschers trying to cut off the branch, but the branch growth too fast and strong because of the hardening ability. “Damn it!” said the PRD-class. “Too much branch to cut!” said the SLT-class. Catalyst Toner has been used up and their weapon throwed out the empty Cartridge.