Transformers Prime Terrorcon Novels & Stories

Just accumulated power of thousands of dragons compressed into vaguely humanoid shape. "Dear god," Selene whispers. "There's nothing left of the original being. Just the absorbed essences." "Then we separate them all!" Meredith increases output. "Force every stolen essence out!" The spell strains. Cracks appear in Prime's form. Voices start screaming. Thousands of voices. Every dragon Prime ever killed, trying to break free. "No!" Prime roars. Their form destabilizes. "You cannot—this is—" The other Shadow Council members try to help Prime. But Leanora's fighters keep them busy.

“Let’s see if a nightmare can bleed.” The creature’s growl shook the entire clearing. Trees split, vines writhed, and the beasts hiding in the shadows scattered. Behind me, Elias whimpered again. “You’re insane!” “Maybe,” I said, my grin widening, “but at least I’m not crying for my mommy.” Tera blinked through her tears, staring at me like she’d just remembered who the hell she was. The air around us thickened as the Primorath reared back to strike. Its claws glowed with dark energy, and the ground cracking beneath it.

"The Council says your female is a monster, Ronald, they say she belongs in a cage." "The Council is lying to protect their own skin," I told him, stepping closer to the fire, the heat hitting my face. "Derrick is the one transforming, he is a giant black dire wolf with the power of the dead Alphas, and he is coming for the Council chambers right now, if you help us hold the valley, we can split the western territory after the war."

She reached out her arms to him. "Papa," she cooed. Victor took a step back. For the first time I saw something like fear in his empty eyes. "Too bright," he whispered. "She burns." He turned away from us. He looked at the tunnel where the Primevals had fled. "They are running," he said. "They are returning to the Dead Zone." "Let them go," I said. "We won't survive another fight." "No," Victor said. "I must end it."

"We were overwhelmed. This… this is a new level of threat. Core Prime has evolved beyond anything we anticipated. It's not just manipulating taste. It's weaponizing life itself." The phantom whisper grew louder, mocking his despair. “Lost… taste is lost… Lia is lost… embrace us… find peace…” Bima clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. The phantom pain was almost as real as the grief. But beneath the despair, a flicker of anger ignited. Anger at Core Prime. Anger at the eatery owner. Anger at the loss of Lia. "Peace?" Bima spat the word out. "This isn't peace. This is assimilation. This is oblivion."

❄ CHAPTER 23 ❄ The Princess of Terror and Phoenix reappeared in a shady room and Phoenix let go of her hand immediately. Looking around, fear engulfed Phoenix at the unfamiliar room they were in. " Who are you and what do want from Axion? " She managed to ask. The Princess of Terror turned to face her, an evil smirk on her lips. And to Phoenix's greatest horror, the Princess shapeshifted to her original form. Phoenix's eyes nearly popped on seeing who she truly was.

59:59. "He's going to do it," the Child-Arthur whispered, his velvet coat turning grey under the shadow of the weapon above. "The Architect Prime doesn't see people. He sees Overhead. And right now, the Noise-Sector is a debt he intends to write off." The refugees in the warehouse were no longer shouting; they were paralyzed by the sight of the sky turning into a weapon. Meilin stood on the ruins of the engine block, her Sovereign-Iron staff glowing with a frantic, jagged violet light.

Maya asked, her hands glowing with a soft gold as she gripped the overhead support rail. ​"Ten minutes. Maybe less," Silas replied, her jaw set. "But we’ve got a bigger problem. Look at the scanners." ​On the tactical display, hundreds of red icons began to swarm the landing zone. These weren't drones or machines. They were the "Apex" wolves, Thorne’s personal guard, fully infused with the Primal Seed and the necro-virus. They were standing on the jagged obsidian peaks, their eyes glowing with a synchronized, rhythmic red pulse.

Scarlet couldn't catch a fucking break. The yearning I saw on her face...it reminded me of my own right after I'd lost my parents. That whole-body desire to be with someone again. To be known by that other person and to know that other person to the soles of your feet. "Gentlemen," I said as I stood. I put my own hands in the air. Everyone else joined me in submission. "What are a Prime Direct, seven shifters, a Valkyrie, and a null doing on Earth? Why weren't we alerted to your visit?" the bigger of the two men said as he stepped back from Taryk. Giving himself room to maneuver, I imagine.