Transformers: The Last Knight Nemesis Prime Novels & Stories

She began programming the second iteration of Icarus something she called [Nemesis Protocol]. If Icarus was the wings to fly, then Nemesis was the sword to strike. The real war had only just begun. END OF CHAPTER 25..

He was holding the "Zero-Variable." ​"Ren," Leo whispered into his comms. "Can you find her 'Kernel'?" ​"I can't see it, Leo! She’s encrypted behind a 'Prime-Wall'!" Ren shouted. "But... look at the reflection! When she fights Mom, her eyes show the 'Source-Code'!" ​Leo focused. In the silver eyes of the Architect-Prime, he saw it, a small, rotating cube of pure "Void-Energy." That was the anchor. That was the "Original-Script."

"A King... needs an army. But an army... needs eyes. The world is going to come for you. They will try to breach the dome." Kael turned his head slowly. With failing vision, he locked onto my petrified form. A broken, bloody smile touched his lips. "Your Mother... is the unbreakable wall," he whispered. His voice faded into the hum of the servers. "I... will be the cameras. I will be the doors. I will be the... trap." He completed the final rune. The terminal shrieked. A high-frequency whine pierced the air, sharp enough to shatter glass. The console locked onto his biometric signature, recognizing the Prime lineage buried in his marrow. Several thick, silver-mercury cables unspooled from th

Bradley says absently. He's the more agreeable one. Tyrel need people on his side for his plan to be successful. Last night confirmed everything he already knows. Zach Stone has met the creature one on one. He's not doing anything about it because he can't. A weak, incompetent bãstard. He doesn't deserve to be Alpha King. "I said who the füčk is this Nemesis, Ty." Axel looks extremely bored with the meeting. "The devil in our woods, that's who," Ty replies. "Nemesis is his name."

~KILLIAN THANE~ Weak. Feeble. Small. If I had pressed a little harder at her neck, the sound of bones snapping would be next. The image of Emilia Monroe’s frightened eyes had refused to leave my mind since the moment in the relic room. It angered me how her scent still lingered and how my wolf had become restless with desire. A desire to claim and savage her whole till all she knew was me.

Deep and raspy, White-Eyed Ivory Dragon’s voice rang out, “Welcome to Nemesis. Let me introduce myself. I am White-Eyed Ivory Dragon, the original Nemesis’ number one.” Sigillum then spoke, “I am Sigillum, the original Nemesis’ number three.” Followed by Devastation, who said, “I am Devastation, the original Nemesis’ number five.” And lastly, Dhrishit added, “I am Dhrishit, the original Nemesis’ number six.” “From today onwards, you guys will be part of Nemesis. We are happy to have you here, and we believe you guys will be able to restore Nemesis to its former glory,” said White-Eyed Ivory Dragon.

But whatever the real reason was, in the middle of that fake mixed camp, which actually had nothing mixed about it since it looked like a typical camp for alphas and betas, Alexis realized that probably finding the omega that drove him so crazy would be much more difficult than he had thought. "You still have a chance," Nikolai told him when Alexis sadly told his cousin about his disappointment for not having seen the omega during the past days' activities, "on Friday there will be a joint lunch in one of the auditoriums here". "Yes, but for them to say the word 'joint or mixed' at this point no longer has meaning to me, as it may mean that we will only be alphas and betas there..." Alexis s

Emrys spoke, tossing the black dry erase marker cap behind his back and began to write in his classic cursive handwriting; Atticus had let some of his appearance show as silver kissed the grey, Cassandra purring every time he looked our way. “Even about the Northern Whispers?” I asked with a raised brow although everyone knew it was more of a sentence then an actual question. With a sigh, he nodded and split the huge white board into two sections; titling one section ‘NW’ and the other ‘What We Know’ before turning back and watching as we began thinking. “For starters,” I spoke, standing from my position and walking to board, grabbed a marker and began to write what I spoke. “We know that Al

I stepped out of the truck, the Red Blood in my veins thrumming in a violent, sympathetic vibration with the red light in her eyes. "She’s the 'Optimized' you," Fenris said, stepping up beside me, his broadsword humming with a low, blue anti-matter charge. "The Architects kept a backup of your neural map before you merged with the Shadow. They stripped away the 'errors'—the empathy, the grief, the love. They left the weapon." The 01-B Elara didn't speak with her mouth. Her voice was a broadcast, vibrating through the very iron in our blood. *"Anomaly detected. Retrieval of Prime-Link initiated. All secondary biomass is slated for termination."*

Through the break stepped a figure that made every instinct scream "run." It looked human at first glance. Male, tall, dressed in armor that seemed to be made of compressed starlight. But its eyes... its eyes were voids. Empty spaces in reality that hurt to perceive. "Phoenix," it said, voice like grinding stone. "Storm. Merged." It tilted its head, studying us with those terrible non-eyes. "Impossible. Forbidden. The mixing of primordial forces." "Who are you?" Derek demanded, pulling me behind him. "I am Hunter Prime. First of the First. Keeper of the Old Laws." It took a step forward, and reality rippled around it. "You have committed the ultimate violation. Phoenix and Storm were never m