Transformers: The Last Knight Nemesis Prime Novels & Stories

"That's impossible. The primes died a long time ago. There's nothing left, or I would know." "You were lied to because the Primes still exist. Zale is the last of his line." I stopped. "Was the last of his line," I mumbled, my hand going to my stomach and rubbing. There were no signs yet that life really existed there but I couldn't exactly doubt the word of a Goddess. "Zale?" Luke's cruel smile faded away. "That child is now a Prime? He wasn't killed?" "Impossible," one of the blonds grumbled. "We know what Master Aren told us. There's no way this is true. This is a last-ditch effort to keep us from tearing them apart." He growled deep in his throat. "Let's fuck them up for this."

"She is Vanguard property. Under Protocol 7, she is immune to civil prosecution while on active duty." "Active duty," Nergal repeated. Amused. "Is that what you call a schoolyard brawl?" He looked past me. His milky eyes focused on Neoma. Even as a hologram, his gaze carried a physical weight. "Step forward, Asset." Neoma hesitated. I gave a microscopic nod. Trust me. She stepped into the light. "Majesty." "You drank him," Nergal said softly. "You didn't just stop him. You drained him dry. Tell me... how did it taste?"

This remnant of humanity had survived previous transformations, preserved through integrated awareness despite multiple trials specifically designed to eliminate such limitation. The Void Throne demanded its surrender. Not memory itself, which would remain accessible through integrated awareness, but emotional connection that maintained personal motivation rather than cosmic principle. The Shadow Knight reached within transformed essence, locating this final human remnant nestled within constellation configurations like precious stone embedded in celestial matrix. Not merely sentiment but foundational identity, the core that had remained Kaelen Dawnblade despite evolution into something tran

The silver Prime didn't just break; its data was physically consumed, its power absorbed by Caleb, making the Sovereign runes on his fur burn with blinding, multiversal fire. The azure and black Primes, seeing the total annihilation of their counterpart, calculated a final, desperate move. "INITIATING SELF-DESTRUCT PROTOCOL. TOTAL DELETION OF THE NEXUS IN 10... 9..." Caleb turned his massive head, molten gold eyes narrowing. He was ready to try and punch the explosion itself. "Don't worry, King of the North," Scarlett said, a wild, brilliant smile breaking through her focused composure. "I'm just going to hit 'Undo'."

Suspense gripped the assembly as the prophecy hinted at the existence of a cosmic entity known as "Aeon Nexus." Aeon Nexus, an entity of cosmic balance, revealed itself in a burst of radiant energy. Suspense transformed into awe as the joint empire, the Eclipse Sowers, and the cosmic entity engaged in a cosmic dialogue that transcended words. The twists of reconciliation and understanding unfolded as Aeon Nexus, the arbitrator of cosmic equilibrium, sought to guide the multiverse toward a harmonious coexistence.

And it happened exactly how the High King said it would. The High King watched from the sky and he couldn't stop what fate was written for that human. The woman went back to war. Fighting for her kind. A fight was long overdue. Like her life limit. The war lasted a long time, and it was time now for The High King to punish those at fault. There was nothing left on the field. Only one human. Everyone else was dead, only she survived. "Human." He called out from the top of the castle. Watching the woman on her knees being in denial. "Human, your time is over." The woman locked eyes with the High King and nodded wordlessly. Starting a ritual he did not want to be part of.

Nighttime and drowned in his world the gaint didn't realize a small figure running through the dark, from the opposite side of the alley, right towards him. ~ BAM~ The phone went down on the street with a loud clank sound, which was once in the hands of the gaint just mere seconds ago. The clash between that small figure and gaint caused both of them to fall hard to the ground. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL... "

“Solana, Illac, and Foire have been notified of your little detour in humanity's border. Didn’t I tell you to stop it already?” said Nerissa. She is Solana’s little necromancer, usually, werewolves never trust a necromancer, they can be as a trickster as a fox or as sly as a vampire.

“He has been alive for about three thousand years.” “T-thousands?!” Johan asked with disbelief. “How is that even possible?!” “The Revantes are related to elves and have inherited their long lifespans,” Mordecai explained. “And saying he’s the last of the silver mages...” Johan gave a quick look at Sebastian who stared at him. “I mean, what happened to his family?” “Haven’t you studied about the Dark Revolt yet?” Dorin asked him. “Nope. I think we’re still in the Black Lands...” Johan squinted.

A knight handed me a robe that I draped around myself. I looked at the line of dead bodies of my warriors. “How many martyrs?” I asked. “We haven’t counted alpha, but as you can see…” Gamma Nash’s voice was low with respect for the ones who died. It was then my eyes went on Trent lying limp on the ground with a hole created in his chest. Tremors waved through my chest seeing him lifelessly lying on the ground. “Trent?” I mumbled, tensing my brows. “After you passed out, the fallen ultimas who looked like skeletons rose again. All of them aimed for luna and you. Knight Trent lost his life protecting luna. He fulfilled his duty as her knight,” gamma Nash said.