Transformers Prime Terrorcon Novels & Stories

His eyes, usually so cold and calculated, were wide with a genuine, bone-deep terror. For centuries, he had played God, manipulating bloodlines and creating monsters, but he had never stood in the presence of two unleashed primordials. He had wanted to witness the power, but he hadn't realized that the power would want to consume him. "Retreat!" Lihont’s voice cracked, losing its arrogant edge. "Fall back! Now!" The remaining handful of abominations didn't need to be told twice. They scrambled into the dark brush, moving with a desperate haste.

“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.

And it wasn't coming from us but from something outside. The Forsaken’s ancient howl echoed through the speakers, followed by Michelle’s surprised shout: “What are you doing? We had a deal!” Prime’s grip loosened slightly. “Anomaly detected.” I headbutted it again and drove my claws straight into its chest. “Looks like your masters are turning on each other.” Prime smiled through the blood. “Irrelevant. You still die tonight.” It started squeezing my throat again as the lights flickered and new red warning messages flashed across every screen:

"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

It showed a symbol—a golden eye surrounded by a ring of violet. A voice came through the speakers, the same harmonic, multi-toned voice of the Prime Mother. *"Citizens of Earth. We apologize for the delay. The transition is nearly complete. Please remain in your homes while we reconfigure your reality to match the Prime Blueprint. Subject 01 and 02... your debt is collected. We are coming to reclaim the spark."* The hospital doors at the end of the hallway exploded. We heard the sound of heavy, rhythmic footsteps. Not the sound of boots, but the sound of something heavy and metallic. Something that didn't belong in a 21st-century hospital.

“I’m afraid you’re wrong, Elijah. They kept Tauri close to keep an eye on him, yes, but they had no intentions of stopping the ritual from happening. In fact, they want to be there when it happens.” “What?” “On the night of the red moon, you will shift as a vampire and lycan hybrid. You will be at your weakest while you are shifting. They will take that chance to end you for good.”

" I hummed. ''Well, Terror is also immortal but when he was born, he was born of spirit without any subconscious to take up and as you know wolves who are born of spirit are very powerful. It took Terror a very long time to find a subconscious worthy of his power.'' ''How much time?'' ''Three centuries. Anyways-" He answered before I cut him off. "Three centuries is not something you can pass with a mere 'anyways'." I exclaimed in shock. "Terror took up the subconscious of a worthy vessel called King Samael." He continued, ignoring me once more. Was he allowed to treat Terror's vessel in such a manner? I questioned myself. "King Samael had successfully co fronted with Terror and mercilessly

"Alpha Damien of Ironfang. Luna Aria. And the child Elena. We have come to speak with you about matters that concern the future of all Primes. We request formal parley under traditional law. We will not attack during negotiation if you grant us the same courtesy." "We accept parley," Damien called back. "Enter the lodge. Ten guards maximum. Your wolves stay outside." "Acceptable." They entered the lodge with exactly ten guards, no more. The three Primes moved with calm confidence into our war room and positioned themselves across from where we stood with Elena between us. Up close they were even more intimidating. The power radiating from them was palpable. Elena had power too but hers was s

We know that things have gone crazy, but as long as you all stay have, you’ll be safe. “It’s just temporary til we waste these freaking reapers and take out that scam bag human calling himself the designer,” Plymoth added. The tension of the rudly crowd began to simmer as the rest of the Ominous discussed their next course of action. “Now that we have more number we need to meet up with Medulla and Primal, Daryl said to Eric. “They should be fine for now,” Eric said. First we should see to the civilians,” “Don’t,” bother, heroes,” frightstar said with a condensating expression I his voice as he levitated to them this is our name and our people. We don’t need any human loving sellouts brain w

The pressure was far from what they expected and they could bear to stand it for long as they let their powers flow to break the restrain on them. "Hello everyone, i am Bryan Robinson. Well you may call me the 'Primordial Alpha'. The moment he said the last word, temptation struck them and they were about to dive towards him but he interrupted with his his voice. "Hmm... It's seems the VIP aren't here yet right? Well let's cut to the chase we can still start the party without them" His voice deepen and his face expression changed serious. "So shall we?" After his last word the transfomation stared. His eyes glowed through the darkness, it was as if it was bathed with blood. His previous smil