Transformers Prime Tailgate Novels & Stories

He pulled it out, expecting a congratulatory message from Luke. It wasn't from Luke. It was an Unknown Number. No ID. No trace. Jackson opened the message. The text was simple: "The usurper is gone. The Guardian is dead. The Gate is now open. Welcome to the game, Queen Aurelia." Attached to the message was a picture. It was a live feed of a dark tunnel... deep underground. And on the wall of the tunnel, carved into the stone, was the symbol of A Black Serpent Eating Its Own Tail.

"Ours is a freaking dragon!" Trent snorted in amusement as Kahlia sucked on his teeth and stomped up the steps. Trent turned to look at his two security guards and flicked his head at them...keep an eye on that lot, I'll contact the Prime." The two security guards turned to smoke and disappeared.

For a terrifying second, I thought I might not get up. Kade abandoned Prime momentarily and barreled into the Forsaken, buying me precious seconds. I crawled forward, vision blurry, until Sable reached down and hauled me to my feet. “We have to go!” she shouted. “Now! Kade will follow, he always does!” “I’m not leaving him!” I snarled, shoving her off even as my legs threatened to melt of their own accord. 00:00:07 Seven seconds. Unit Prime rose again from the wreckage, half its body burned and mangled from earlier explosions, yet those golden eyes were still alive, so was whatever purpose it was after. “Self-destruct sequence irreversible. All organic targets will be eliminated.”

I only wore Xander's shirt. "You look hot." Eva said. "No.. you three can go. Me and Athena will stay here." Xander said and I nodded. "Suit yourself, I don't want to see world war 3."!eva said as she unlocked her car. My mom and Mrs. Redent followed her. "Adios!" Eva said waving her hand.

"But for the first time, I don't feel like the only one holding the line." Nathaniel approached us, his silver twins looking at the southern horizon with a look of profound, mechanical wonder. "Emma... the 'Stargate' has begun to shift again. It’s no longer reflecting the galaxy. It’s reflecting the Deep-Core. Something is coming up from the bottom of the world—the original Void-Prime, and it’s hungry for the Iron." I looked at the map in the Chronos-Vault. The milestone was glowing with a final, blinding white light.

Bella POV It was a Thursday evening, days after the press conference. I was sitting on the living room floor with Victor resting on my chest. Tom sat right beside me on the rug, waving a plastic dinosaur in the air as he explained why the stegosaurus was completely underrated. Upstairs, Grace was already asleep, tucked into her bed. "The spikes on the tail are called a thagomizer, Mom," Tom said, pointing a tiny finger at the toy. "They are for smacking the T-Rex. Hard."

At Sterling Tower, Aaliyah shouted, "Multiple breaches. Tail is trying to scatter the connected rooms before we can compare data." Ben said, "Market shutters are dropping. Infinite Market is freezing all named hunger instruments." Marcus checked his weapon. "Finally. Something straightforward?" The ceiling split. White correction figures dropped into the press room. Not Prime Analyst figures. Older. Rougher. Made of bone-white margins and black editorial marks. Each carried a blade shaped like a deletion cursor. The Tail had stopped arguing. Now it was cutting. Marcus smiled faintly. "There it is." The first figure lunged for Priya Nair.

Turning around, he nodded slightly toward Eranthe in the front row of the public gallery. Behind his glasses, his eyes reflected calm confidence and complete certainty of victory. “Miss Taylor, every senior member of the Peterson family and the underground Black Tide Logistics organization will spend the rest of their lives inside the Supreme Security Bureau’s specially designed Silver-Ion Hive Prison.” “I assure you, not even a single bat belonging to them will ever see sunlight again.” Eranthe let out a gentle breath. The tension in her shoulders finally eased. She extended her hand and shook Gabriel’s politely. “Thank you for your hard work, Attorney Mitchell. The Administrative Departmen

The subtle sound of the lock as it slid from its long held position confirming that he was allowed entry, the hinges whined noisily as Cazer pushed open the heavy barricade to the tomb. The gates, issuing one last screech before they closed with a solid bang behind him. Cazer stood for a moment amongst the dead leaves that had been deposited on the floor of the empty crypt by a forceful wind. Scattered and decaying around the large sarcophagus at the center of the structure, Cazer reviewed their forgotten remnants. Dreading the undertaking which he was about to perform, he was still assured that his decision to come to the Night Gate alone was the right one. The others all pursuing different

into the Prime’s veins, turning the grey, hollow shell into a vibrant, living "Conduit." ​The Migration Begins ​The Architect-Prime’s mouth opened, and a sound erupted that wasn't a voice. It was a "Siren" that echoed through the minds of every person on Earth. ​"THE DOOR IS OPEN." ​Across Neo-Tokyo, the Alphas didn't run. They "Closed their eyes." They trusted the Vane-Link.