Blitzwing Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

The moment of truth. My fingers were inches from the chip when the entire wall of windows behind Jeff exploded inwards. The world dissolved into a shower of screaming glass and roaring wind. A sleek, black aerial drone hovered where the window had been, its weapons systems humming with lethal intent. Standing in the jagged opening, silhouetted against the city lights, was Prime. Her obsidian eyes glinted, and her voice cut through the chaos, cold and absolute. “The emotional compromise is complete,” she stated, her rifle rising again, not toward me, but toward Jeff. “Targeting the architect. Eliminating the corruption at its source.”

"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.

Suddenly, the entire passage began to shake, and the dust and stones continued to fall on top of their heads. “He blew himself up,” Tyr said in a low voice. Then, he took Olympias’ hand and quickly ran toward the other end of the passage. Slaine was a Transformation warrior. At the moment of crisis, he chose to explode himself to buy Olympias and Tyr more time to escape. The power a Transformation warrior could exude was absolutely terrifying when he overloaded his energy core with the intention to self-destruct. The entire passage collapsed in an instant. Tyr and Olympias used all their strength to dash toward the other end of the passage as quickly as possible.

Wolves scatter, howling as heat scorches fur and skin. “MOVE!” Ethan roars, slamming into me as the ground explodes where I’d been standing. We tumble hard, rolling through ash and shattered earth. My ears ring, vision swimming as I claw my way upright. Gravehowl meets the beam head-on. He doesn’t dodge. He devours it. The Prime opens his jaws impossibly wide, swallowing the light in a torrent of sparks and fury. Power crackles across his frame, ancient sigils blazing briefly along his ribs.

He scowled and pressed the remote. Electricity of greater intensity than before surged from the chair through her body, and a large scream ripped out of her throat. Her body writhed, and black streams of smoke wafted off her. The chair shattered, and she rose into the air. “What are you waiting for? Stop her!” Demeter yelled at Blaze, and large, birdlike, orange wings sprouted out of his back. He launched into the air, swinging his sword at her. *Boom* An explosion came from her again, sending him back to the ground. A sickening crack of bones echoed through the room, and he howled in pain.

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

"Shift!" As the urgency of the situation mounts and the imminent threat of the approaching rogues looms ever closer, Blaze and Dexter find themselves standing on the precipice of transformation. With a shared glance that conveys unspoken determination, they brace themselves for the swift metamorphosis that will take them from human to wolf, a shift that transcends the boundaries of their dual nature. In a seamless flurry of motion, Blaze and Dexter's bodies begin to undergo a profound transformation. Muscles ripple beneath their skin as bones elongate and reshape, the very essence of their beings altering with a fluid grace that speaks to millennia of instinct and evolution.

Hope flared wildly in his chest. "Keno, let me take over! We can't let any passing humans see a massive wolf running out of the woods!" Klein urged. Understanding the gravity of the situation, Keno yielded. Just before they breached the tree line, Klein shifted back into his human form. He stumbled slightly, gasping for air, his bare feet sinking into the dirt. He stole a quick glance behind him and couldn't help but let out a breathless, mocking smirk as he saw the frantic, panicked faces of the pack warriors emerging from the deeper woods.

“Transformer.” I squinted. “Max, you have twenty-three Transformers. We counted yesterday.” “But this one’s different!” Max quickly countered. “That one was a truck. This one... is also a truck. But it’s gray! And it can fly. Maybe.” “Maybe?” Max nodded confidently. “It has wings! I saw on G****e. And I still don’t have the Christmas edition Bumblebee that sings! If I don’t get it... the world will be unbalanced. And I won’t be able to save humanity from destruction.”

BOOOOM! The five hundred year old pure Chi energy shield shattered into smithereens in three seconds under the onslaught of Chloe Vanguard's trillion dollar capitalist capital. Hundreds of Obsidian Fang hybrids, now fully funded by Vanguard, barged in with thousands of elite troops of pure European wolves led directly by pure Alexander Sterling!