Transformers: The Last Knight Nemesis Prime Novels & Stories

"He's been moving things around on Kiema's board for at least a couple of months. Who knows how much longer he's been doing it? Why does he need more magic anyways? When he was getting his ass kicked by Kiema, he said something about his only love. What's that?" Heppni snorted. "Outside of himself, you mean? The Prime of Death actually does have a prophecy written about him. I'll spare you the flowery speech that no one understands. Basically, he can't ever have the love of his life, because she is his very opposite. Prime of Life and Prime of Death. If they get together, all of the universes collapse essentially. The last time it happened...you've heard of the Ice Age on Earth, yes?" We all

Xander growled, his hand tightening into a fist that glowed with the power to shatter the room. "I risked everything to ensure Haxon went to the only place where he could be truly ended," Vane replied, standing up despite the suppression field. He reached into his collar and pulled out a small, embedded chip - not Veil tech, but a crude, self-made neural anchor. "I am committed to peace, Alpha. But peace with the Remnant is a fantasy. They must be cauterized. And I have the coordinates for the surgery." The Prism Core in Evangeline’s hand hummed a pure, steady note - the frequency of truth. She looked at Xander and gave a nearly imperceptible nod. The "Judas" was a patriot of a different kin

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." "Oh, but I do," she shot back, her dark brown eyes firing straight daggers as she faced me head-on. She wasn't the least bit afraid of my anger, clearly aware that the real monster lived back at the house, and not in this driver's seat. "Know what you talked about for two weeks straight the first time you played against the Ice Reapers? Hunter Beaumont. You claimed to hate his smugness and attitude, but your eyes, they were alive, Tristan. ALIVE. Do you know how much it hurts living with a literal robot of an older brother for years, and then one day he gets back from a game he lost and his eyes are no longer blank walls, but hold actual f

Panic surges through me. The door suddenly slams open. I don’t even think. I scream. Loud and desperate. For the first time, I find myself wishing and praying for Xavier to walk through that door. To pull me out of this. To save me. I never thought I would need him like this. Never thought I would want him to be my knight in shining armor. But right now….. I do.

Oh shit… That’s when I remembered the story and I mentally facepalmed. If I say Alpha James then they’ll know it’s a Knight and they’ll know they can get to him. ”The alpha of The Celestial Pack says they’re waging a war on the Knights. Is it in relation to this war that you plan on using Malia?” Anything I said now would tie me to James, to being a Knight. We were so close to getting her and walking out of here, without there being any bloodshed.

The bay doors opened as the marines take in the luscious scenery of forests, oceans, and mountains. Some of them took off their helmets as the vast scenery of Ren'veil swept the hearts of each warrior, as though they had fallen in love for the first time. One of Kent's close allies and friends aboard the Night Hawk, Clayton Carmive, is the Resident muscle of the Strike team. He often wore a Generation 4 Tactical Knight armor – Heavy Herculio. Like Rex's suit, it is also equipped with jump-kit boosters, gravity boots, and a grappling hook gun. The suit can be compared to a behemoth in terms of size due to its base design was derived from the heavy knights during Terran Age 2942 in Xheronian t

“She prays for the demise of all us ‘devils’. Only… Selene isn’t taking calls right now as she’s living her best mortal life. And so, instead of Selene hearing the prayer… another receives it instead. A Goddess by the name of Nemesis, one who presides over balance, law and retribution. Of course, it doesn’t take her long before she discovers what Selene has been trying so hard to hide. No, worse than that, it doesn’t take her long to discover *us*, two creatures worse than simply mutated wolf people, but mortals who hold pieces of Gods. ‘Abominations’ as she kindly put it.” “You spoke to her?” I asked, surprised. “To this Goddess, Nemesis?” “Of course,” she answered. “She is doomsday. The en

Nemieuh hissed, “by now, you'd have been with enough powers to rule odyssey and beyond but right now, we neither have the goblet nor…” "Why are you so worked up with the fact that Richard is being hunted, I thought you hated him that much?" "Not so much to want him dead!" Nemiueh yelled in annoyance, "at least not at your hands." “We are both doing this so that he doesn't get married to her. We are now part of the counsel, which means we can get the goblet whenever we want it.” Gwendolyn said in a voice that held so much certainty. “Whatever!” Nemieuh growled, “are we going to get her out of the dungeon today or cook up another story on her refusal to see him or leave her room,” She asked an

Instead, he straightened, command snapping into place. “Positions,” he ordered. “Tell the warriors to fight with everything they have. We’re strongest in the dark. Wooden stakes if you can get them. Heart strike. That kills them.” “What about the other Ancients?” I asked. “They’re here,” he said grimly. “Already fighting. Every hand is on deck. The prince wants to speak with Adam.” I nodded. “They can have the abstenum. It’s really here.” Darius pursed his lips. “We already knew about it. When you were twisting in pain during your conversion… some thoughts leaked.”