Transformers Ultra Magnus Prime Novels & Stories

Rex announced after his conversation with Fafnir concluded, which only took seconds. “Well…spill it,” Marcia said a little over eagerly and loudly, even Markus’s seemed to perk up, he was sure he was about to witness another piece of unbelievable magic he had only begun to see when he joined the inner circle of the emperor, magics only being possible by the Magnus family. He was so sure nothing was able to be done now, Ulna was on the precipice of fully gone now and yet, even now, Rex claimed he may be able to save the skylark, he was doubtful even Rector would have tried something this far along.

"What are you doing to them?" "Insurance, I planted shock collars on them while they were unconscious, one more press and their hearts stop." Magnus held up the device. "Now open the vault completely and transfer all the Prime Wolf's power to me or I kill them." I looked at Ronald and Ryker writhing in pain, looked at my mother dying, looked at Magnus with that horrible smile. "You're going to kill them anyway," I said. "Probably but this way you get to say goodbye first." Magnus pressed the button again and the Twins screamed louder.

Slave I slowly step out from behind Nathan. My cheeks are still rosy-red from seeing Alpha Maximus’s large appendage. I keep eye contact as I slowly walk toward him and gently place my hand in his. There is an instant feeling of love and bliss between us. He rubs his thumb across the back of my hand, sending sparks igniting. Alpha Maximus smiles at me with his gentle brown eyes. My heart flutters and a sense of happiness fills my soul. I know right then that I can trust him and that I’m now his to cherish.

“How can I be of help?” “First of all, my Prime will like to extend his warm wishes regarding your emergence. With your kind permission, he would like to engage in a video call with you.” Oh… I sat up, nodding. “Oh that’s fine. Shall I call in Magnus to get everything set up?” “Yes please.” Magnus can you come in please? Alright Prime, I’ll be right there. A few minutes later, the door opened and the help walked in followed by Magnus. She set the tray on the table, bowing before leaving.

Magnus closes his eyes, and all of a sudden, something starts to happen to his back. The muscles ripple, two holes tearing in the back of his shirt as out of his back sprouts a pair of leathery, bat-like wings. His nails become claws right before our eyes, and when he opens his eyes once more, I finally understand why they were jet-black. He’s not a shifter at all. Our teacher is a literal monster.

Sam asked, rather confused. "Don't worry, just a minute or two." Just then, our lookalikes came running from my home toward the direction we were in. Cool, isn't it. Seeing you standing infront of you. When they reached where we were they transformed back into their original forms, the three eyed creatures. Just like that, they vanished. "Cool, transmogrification!" Exclaimed Sam. "What can't you people do?" I asked Maya but she never responded, she just vanished in the thin air.

The reflection’s laugh echoed faintly in the back of my skull, agreeing with him. I stumbled back, shaking, my voice breaking. “What do you want from me?” Magnus spread his arms, mock-gentle. “What I have always wanted. For you to come home.” The air around him shimmered with power, a silver circle etching itself into the ground beneath his feet. Jace shoved me behind him, claws out. “You’ll have to go through me first.” Magnus’s grin widened. “Gladly.” And the ruins exploded in light.

A thick, grey mist rolled in from the Iron-Grave, carrying with it the sound of rhythmic, metallic clicking. The Shadow-Prime had sent his "Frost-Sentinels." These weren't the nanite-infected shifters from the day before; these were Automatons of Ice and Iron. They were tall, spindly things made of rusted gears and frozen brine, their eyes glowing with a cold, blue light. They didn't breathe, and they didn't feel the winter. "THEY'RE AT THE LOWER GATES!" Magnus roared, his voice sounding thin in the freezing air. He was leading a group of shifters armed with simple steel axes and torches, but the torches were flickering and dying in the heavy mist.

Not again. Above us, Magnus stood in the glow of the cave’s destruction, no longer man, no longer wolf. His form had twisted, elongated limbs, blackened eyes, and skin cracked with dark veins that pulsed like roots feeding on hatred. When his voice came, it was wrong. Too deep, too many layers. Like something ancient was speaking through him. “You’ve forced my hand, Amara,” he said, smiling through jagged teeth. “You could’ve been a goddess.”

Xavier extended his hand and replied, "Likewise." Aurora observed the new man who approached. This was the famous Magnus. His eyes were darker than Tristan's, and his smile was dazzling. He was wearing a gray suit. "Tristan Callahan," Magnus said. "Magnus," Tristan retorted. So, this is the famous Magnus? The photographer analyzed him. His eyes are darker than Tristan's, and his smile is dazzling. He's wearing a gray suit. "You haven't changed a bit, still trying to steal my contracts," Magnus teased.