Transformers Prime Starscream Fanart 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.

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

They slowly goes out from of the door in the back heading to the backyard where they hear the sound came then it suddenly stopped. "What are you doing?" Star softly inquired as he saw the three of them tip toe sneaking to the backyard. Just as then where Ciara and Angelina was able to breathe normally again and smile at each other. Now it's pretty clear to both of them that there's really two Skye with the same name, same face and same identity. "Nothing, we just wanted to see you." Ciara lied that makes Cloud gets even more confuse about their weird actions and so as Star but he just smile back at them for at least they missed him even for once.

He saw a version of himself in the distance, chained to a machine, his mind being drained to power a city’s grid. Virex bared his fangs, his hand catching a piece of shrapnel mid-air. “The frequency here is stagnant. It’s a dead-end. Evangeline, the exit!” “It’s the sun!” she realized, squinting at the bloated, artificial star hanging in the center of the city. “They’re using a Prism-prototype to power this reality! We have to ride the beam!” They didn't have time to debate. Xander gathered the pack, his Alpha aura flared to its absolute limit to protect them from the scorching heat of the artificial star. They sprinted toward the edge of the glass bridge and leapt into the blinding white li

Never let dogs smell fear! The hungry look on these men’s faces as their eyes run over my practically naked body makes it obvious that they smell my fear, and they fucking love it. I look around the room, thinking that I’ve never seen so much leather, facial hair, and tattoos in such a small space. I try to find a friendly face, but they’re all looking at me like they want to bend me over the nearest table and fuck the living hell out of me.

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.

As soon as I entered his office, I saw him talking to someone while facing the window. “Yes Hunter, please check that also, thanks man I owe you for this," that's what I heard. The first thing I noticed was the luxury scent that smells good and I know it was him. His office is a combination of Grey and black colors that looks so manly, there were no other things aside from the black couch, his office table, and a painting. When he turned around and sighted my presence, the smirk did not go unnoticed. “So, what can I do for you, Ms. Car Scratcher?” he asked while looking at me intently.