Transformers Prime Wreckers Novels & Stories

"It means when the humans come back — and they will — they'll have a weapon that can turn off an entire army. And it's mated to the next Alpha of the most powerful pack on the East Coast." He looked at our joined hands. "You didn't save him," he said to Karl. "You just painted the biggest target in the world on his back." From the tree line, far away, we heard the sound of more helicopters. Not three. A dozen. And on Jace's phone, still recording from the mud, the livestream viewer count ticked past ten million.

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 turned again, pressing the elevator button harder this time. "You think you can just show up and he’ll forget about me?" "No, I think he already has. It's quite obvious." "You’re nothing but a homewrecker!" she snapped, her voice echoing down the hallway. I slowly turned to face her, my own temper beginning to rise. "Homewrecker!? Wow, that's so rich coming from you. Besides for you Kimberly there is no home to wreck. He doesn't love you. He made that painfully clear."

"Stan, this guy's clearly just another one of Susanne's admirers. Since she wouldn't give him the time of day, he's come here to make trouble." "Susanne has been with you for so long, and she only has eyes for you. So, there's no way she would be with anyone else." Stanley's underlings chimed in one after another, their flattering words drawing a pleased smile from Stanley. "How dare a homewrecker come here and make a scene? I'd advise you to be smart and get lost!" The word "homewrecker" struck a particularly harsh chord, and I let out a disdainful scoff.

Some of those wrecks were pulled down into the planet’s atmosphere, where they broke apart and burned up as they fell. In the middle of the warring fleets was the planet’s teleport beacon. It too had been ripped open and completely disabled, with many of its internal parts strewn about all around it. But that didn’t stop a squadron of Einherjar mecha from hammering it with their guns over and over. They shaved off more and more with every hit and pounded it with such persistence that it was reduced to unrecognizable chunks of scrap. Overseeing all of the destruction was yet a third portion of the fleet, with Thanatos front and center.

"I want to go back up. I want to burn that whole city to the ground." "Revenge is a heavy burden, child," Mira warned. "It’s the only thing keeping me moving," I snapped. Suddenly, the piles of junk began to shift. A low, mechanical growl rumbled through the chamber. I saw red eyes glowing in the dark corners of the junkyard. They weren't the silver droids from the city. These were "Scrappers," monsters made from different parts of broken machines. One had a wolf’s head and the legs of a spider. Another had long, serrated blades for arms.

It's a good thing that it didn't rumble like a thunder and other people's voices around us covered its sound. "Oh, then let's go over there." Jake smile and gestured the three girls to go over the place I pointed out. Right, Jake is the best. Jen and Meryl and Ari are the best. Adrian is a little bit the best. And the other one, Maxwell? I don't really like that kid. Tsk. *** "You really suck at this, aren't you?" I sneered at Maxwell who on the other was struggling to play with the claw machine we saw in front of a convenience store, along the way to the bus stop.

TIME: DAY 21 OF EXILE, 14:00 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 1 - THE APEX CORE. STATUS: THE NEW WAR. The holographic tactical table in the center of the shattered Apex Core cast a harsh, cold blue light across Ren Walker’s face.

“The ancient site where the Primordial first split itself into aspects eons ago. They’re going home to become whole again.” “How long do we have?” Alistair asks. “Hours at most,” Eternal replies. “Once they reach the site and begin the merger, reality collapses. Everything ends.” I look at my remaining children and they’re all damaged in different ways. Marcus and Adrian are exhausted from fighting their mother and then rebuilding the fortress. Dante and Lysander, my twins with Alistair, are barely holding together after watching their siblings transform into cosmic entities. Sera is crying for her birth mother Anna who died to save me. The freed key-children are traumatized beyond anything

His speech was slower and almost uncaring. “And a Prime?” She asked again. “Right now all you need to know is that an Alpha Prime’s existence is what keeps us from being the monsters others fear.” Sybil swallowed. She wanted more information than that, but clearly Daral wasn’t feeling like sharing more. They reached the door of Aries room and Daral slowly blinked. He looked at the door like he wasn’t sure what he was doing here. Sybil reached into her pack and pulled out a dark salt stick and broke it puting it right under his nose. He jerked away from her slightly and his gaze cleared immediately. He blinked and rubbed his nose looking like he was going to sneeze.