What If Megatron Became A Prime Novels & Stories

But his eyes weren't gold; they were a flat, glowing violet, and his skin was covered in a mesh of integrated circuitry. "Subject 000-Prime," the man spoke, his voice a perfect, soulless mimicry of Caleb’s own. "The father of your line. You are merely a copy of a copy, 001. A weapon that developed a soul. A flaw that must be erased." The Prime pulled a blade of solid Void-energy from his wrist. Caleb stepped forward, the silver in his eyes burning with a fire that no machine could replicate. "A flaw?" Caleb smirked, his claws extending. "That 'flaw' is the only thing that's going to survive this conversation."

On the ground, the realm's inhabitants watched the unfolding events, cheering at the possibility of defeating Logan. The 30th Earthly Celestial fell. - "That's enough," declared Saint Primordial. Behind him stood more than 70 Earthly Celestials at their peak. Pillars of light converged as people from other parts of the realm joined. "You're facing the entire force of the Mystique Realm, Great Master Pearce. Winning is not an option." Sympathy filled Saint Primordial's eyes. "We will surely destroy you." Logan's aura, dwindling until then, suddenly surged. Green radiance converged, healing his wounds with wood mystique energy. His body shone brilliantly and grew 30 feet taller, transforming i

Scottie did not want his mommy to become like that again! Another lightning bolt struck the leader and the huge man holding Scott. The owner of the red dot whom they thought was their reinforcement was the mother of the kid?! Just when the leader thought he could change his plans and fight for benefits for his group, this truth poured to them like cold water! Even the big guy wondered how a badass mother and an evil father could have an angel as their child? That could be a genetic mutation—this was the only self-explanation for the big guy at this moment.

Caitlyn whispered, her voice hoarse, “He’s not trying to destroy the world. He’s trying to rewrite it.” Raymond’s grip tightened, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke. The reality of the situation settled in, thick with the understanding that they were now standing at the edge of something far greater than themselves. The Prime Wolf wasn’t just an enemy—they had always known that. But now, he wasn’t just a force of destruction. He was a force of reconstruction, shaping the world as he saw fit. And Caitlyn? She was the key. The earth trembled once more, deep and insistent, the very ground beneath them rumbling in response to something stirring below.

“Hah… I should get out of here now-” “Insect huh?” Megat’s voice from inside the smoke. Crone was shocked. He had expected that Megat would be able to survive, but what shocked him was his mask. It changed to an expression of anger now. Megat slowly flew out of the smoke. “You don’t want to surrender? Fine, I’ll make you.” His voice sounded a bit deeper. Now that he was angry, he was ready for round two.

~ CARA ~ I stood in the staff area of the main floor, staring at Meg who was trying desperately to reassure me. But she didn’t need to. I didn’t feel scared… more just kind of shattered by it all. But I couldn’t explain that to her. What was I going to say? Oh, no worries, Meg. I can handle turning into a cat. I mean, the guy I’m in love with is already a dog, so you know, happy families.

"And I am not the Monster! I am the BRIDGE!" The Primal Spindle didn't just break; it Resonated. The necrotic violet light of the vault was swallowed by the Resonant Marrow of a woman who was no longer afraid of her own hunger. Valerius Prime was thrown back, his bone-throne shattering into a billion shards of prehistoric dust. The magnetite vault began to Incorporate the Wild.

"That wasn't pain. It was longing. I guess we are a far more connected than I believed." "Oh," I said keeping my thoughts to myself. "Prime is…was feral lycan, who took over the body of his first kin. He ruled as a tyrant wolven king. He brought sorrow and pain to a large number of supernatural. He is dangerous." My heart skipped a best as everything seemed to fall in place. That's why Kylen didn't want to tell me about the lycan ascension. He knew that Cassian had a slim chance of winning. Thats why Cassian avoided a relationship with me for so long. He believed that he wasn't capable of winning.

They were at least third-evolution mechs. Moreover, their beast forms were at least mutants, so the real combat powers of these beast mechs were much stronger than that of ordinary human third-evolution mechs. "As a Monarch-rank creature, why do you stoop to colluding with humans? Do you want a mech like ours? If you want one, you can join us. You will become an extremely powerful existence. With your body, if you transform into a mech, you will be at least forty meters tall." The beast mechs didn't immediately attack Victor and Windfall.

I was following that. "In contrast, a Direct is gifted a piece of the Prime's power. It cannot shift or morph into any other type of power. It's also why Directs are so power hungry. That's the only way they can add to their power: absorb the particles of the Direct who's been obliterated." She looked around at the group of us. "Does that make more sense?" Heppni asked. "So in theory, a child of a Prime could rise to become a Prime if he or she gained enough power in his or her lifetime?" I asked.