Transformers: The Last Knight Nemesis Prime Novels & Stories

She once had a thing with him, but I still couldn’t comprehend why she was still scared of him. “I want to believe that you haven’t lost your ability to hear words,” Alpha Kellan said. He didn’t speak to me, but I found those words harsh. “Beta Tobias has the answers to your questions and not me,” Selene replied. “Get Beta Tobias for me. He has to return to the mansion with you,” Alpha Kellan said. His words must have been for the guards that were close to us.

Damien stepped between him and the others. “Stop.” Prime’s gaze fixed on Damien. He tilted his head, observing him like a reflection puzzled by its original. “You are… the seed,” Prime said. His voice was distorted—multi-layered, as if several voices echoed inside one. Damien’s pulse pounded. “You don’t have to follow his programming.” “I do not follow,” Prime replied. “I inherit.” He extended his hand, and for a moment, it wasn’t threatening. It was almost… curious. Reaching not to strike, but to connect.

Over fifty thousand regional wolf-guards had thrown down their arms, falling into formation behind the nine-foot titan. And at the center of the massive, glowing red war-host, moving at breakneck speed along the grand imperial highway straight toward the capital... was a solitary, massive iron structure being dragged by six mutated shadow-beasts. "What is that central unit?" Zane asked, leaning over the holographic map, his brow furrowed. Asher’s voice returned, dropping into a whisper that carried the cold weight of absolute death: "It's an ancient mobile execution platform, Zane... The First Prime isn't marching to negotiate with the High Council's remnants. He has declared a Primal Trial.

Hering was a hybrid vampire who looked like a great warrior, he was one of the agents who, hours ago, killed all the terrorists. About that. Sometime later. Delphos Mansion. Nemesis Delphos in this reality the counterpart that was assumed in reality when he travelled through the dimensions, would be awakened, so that he would organize a great celebration, the city of Lovecraft County would make 600 years of foundation.

His face collapses from the change in pressure as it goes purple and he falls to the floor as a twitching mass. The other two knights look back at the shaking corpse and then back at me. Unfortunately for them, the news that Primus is alive, sane, and has heirs cannot leave this room. Grinning widely, my eyes glow as I watch the realization spark in the eyes of the two remaining knights. They see their deaths approach with a twist of my wrists. They cannot be allowed to access the Far West Gate. Taking hold of the coral band around my wrist I send a flash of thought. It’s time for Tritus to do his job.

The comparison between both Elena and the Alpha’s statuses was indismissible. She surprised that he had not yet killed me. A man as powerful and ruthless as alpha Roman Aguilera wouldn't want to be associated with an Omega, especially one that hasn't been able to kill yet. “What's your story?’’ there it was again. his deep silky voice. The way he looks into her eyes speaks volumes to my soul. Elena is on the verge of transformation. Her wolf is on edge. Out-of-control. She can't blame her. This was her mate for crying out loud. The Moon goddess had played yet another cruel joke on Elena.

"I can do this, Mom. I just need to do it quickly before my strength runs out." The second Prime was easier. A woman named Nyx—the same one who had come with Cassandra to Ironfang months ago. She put up more of a fight than Marcus had. Actually tried to counter-command Elena. It did not work. Elena's command was stronger. Faster. More precise. Nyx left without finishing the confrontation. Retreated rather than continue fighting a battle she was losing. Two down. Ten remaining. The third engagement was harder. The Prime we targeted—one of the hidden six named Sienna—did not come alone. She had positioned guards who attacked the moment Elena tried to engage.

His hand shot out, trying to grab the phone, but I stepped back just in time, holding it slightly above my head. His eyes were wild now, jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. “Hang up now,” he whispered harshly, giving me a deadly look. “Lynette…hang up.” His voice was tight with a hint of desperation in it. “Lynette, are you there?” his mother’s voice came again, warm and completely oblivious. My smile widened mischievously. I held Nicholas’s gaze for one more second. Then I lifted the phone back close to my mouth.

The two Alphas lunged. Nevan roared, drawing his claymore. The silver runes Leo had etched into the blade flared with a lavender light—the light of the saved Echoes from the Liminal Nursery. He met the first Alpha-Prime in a collision that sent a shockwave through the white-noise space. It was a battle of mirrors. Every move Nevan made, the Prime anticipated. The Prime was faster, stronger, and lacked the burden of a physical body. It was a digital ghost fighting a man of flesh and blood.

“Brogan has attacked my pack with Jasper multiple times. If anyone knew of Jasper’s plans, it would be him. Kelvin!” “Yes, Alpha.” “While we’re here, burn that shack where he’s keeping that fucking silver power down,” I growl. “We can do that too,” Alpha Connor says. “And then we’ll join you.” I nod then turn to my warriors. “Let’s go!” I say before Raif leaps and pulls the shift.