Transformers Prime Solus Prime Novels & Stories

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

A new voice, deeper, colder than any we’d heard before, came up the stairwell. “Primary Alpha target detected. Termination protocol authorized.” Then it stepped into view. One single enhanced wolf. But this one was different. It was taller, looked heavier, and carried a lot of scars on its body like it had survived a hundred battles. But I was pretty sure that those scars were just design protocol. No way this thing had been fighting for that long. Its golden eyes burned almost white. It looked straight at me and smiled with too many teeth. “Hello, Kade. I am Unit Prime. And I was created to kill you.”

—a floating monolith of archived history—and swung himself into a landing on a platform made of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the aperture of the bridge hummed with a cold, sterile light. Standing at the edge was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. Her silver hair shimmered like a dying star, and her eyes—that chilling, calculated violet—looked down at them not with hatred, but with a terrifying Indifference.

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

“We know of your powers and that of your mates. If you do not comply and surrender your selves to us by the eclipse we will attack your pack. There will be no traces left. Meet us in the mountain passage outside of your borders at night fall.” I wrinkled my brow. What in the world? I know Asher and Rain held special talents to certain things but full on powers? I needed to dig more into what it was to be us to be called Pure. The eclipse was 6 months away. I had time. It didn’t feel like enough though…. Storms POV

They move with a slow, predatory grace that makes my stomach flip. Alpha Prime leads them. He is the largest, a wall of scarred muscle with eyes that glow a dark, hungry gold. He doesn't wear a shirt, and the heat radiating off his chest is like a furnace. Behind him are the Twins, Silas and Kael. They are identical, massive, and move in total sync, their heavy boots thudding against the floor at the exact same time. Trailing behind is the Feral. He is the youngest, and his eyes are wide and wild. He looks sick with lust, his chest heaving as he catches the scent of my heat.

Phineas hit the floor, sliding across the hardwood. Solomon stood up. He didn't move like a puppet anymore. He moved like an Alpha. He grabbed the heavy, copper cables leading from his skull and ripped them out with a wet, tearing sound. He didn't even flinch. He turned toward the crawling Ignatius and lunged, pinning the cyborg to the floor. "You wanted a power source, old man?" Solomon’s voice was a roar that shook the glass in the nursery windows. He reached deep into his own chest, his fingers hooking around the Lunar core Ignatius had overclocked. The silver light coming from Solomon’s skin was no longer a glow; it was a blinding, jagged fire that began to melt the floorboards.

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.

“Remember these are Corpos, they think they own this world and in many ways they do, the client herself is paranoid but desperate. So, are you in? Solus doesn’t hesitate to take the job, all the instincts that told her to hold back, reconsider and to try to predict everything all flew right out the window. “Good. Here’s a comm chip. You’ll be in direct contact with the client. Call her as soon as you’re ready. Just mention my name and tell her I didn’t mention the exact nature of the job itself. Find me when it’s done” Solus simply nods her head in agreement, the Royce stops at the same area where it picked her up. As she leaves the car, she gives the chip a quick scan using the computer on

the other me said, her voice a chillingly perfect copy, stripped of all the fear and static that roughened mine. Before I could form a thought, let alone a word, Jeff was moving. He placed his body between the rifle and me, his hands raised in a placating gesture, but his stance was that of a cornered animal. “Stand down,” he commanded, his voice dropping into a register I’d never heard—a tone of absolute, unassailable authority. “That’s a direct order, Prime.” Prime. The word hung in the air, heavier than the weapon aimed at us. The woman—*Prime*—didn’t lower the rifle. “The asset is compromised, Sir. The risk is unacceptable. Protocol demands—”