Transformers Prime Blitzwing Novels & Stories

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY DAMN WINGS! I'M A FAE PRINCESS RIGHT? SO SHOULDN'T I HAVE SOME KIND OF WINGS, HELL GIVE ME ONE WING, IT DOESN'T MATTER! I WILL MAKE IT WORK, I HAVE FLOWN ON PLANES WITH ONE WING BEFORE.!” “First of all don't insult real planes with that piece of shit you had us on, and there was more than a wing missing off of that piece of shit. OOOHHHH WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT! OH MY GOD! OH THIS HURT WAY WORSE THAN BEFORE! AM I DYING? IS THAT IT? IT HAS TO BE, THERE IS NO WAY THAT THIS IS JUST CONTRACTIONS! OH GOD TRIXIE I TAKE IT BACK, JUST GO AHEAD AND KILL ME AND BRING ME BACK AFTER THIS BABY IS OUT OF ME!” Mina screamed. Lahni, Shawna, Lynn, Lucky, and Trixie all stepped b

The two projectiles lodge themselves onto each wrist as Ursa drops her shining net over her Uncle’s head. The scent of burning flesh hits the air as Primus screams in agony, the silvery net shining bright blue with the glow of the starfire crystals. A silver collar and two silver cuffs appear where the projectiles pierced Primus’ flesh. A terrible roar shakes itself free from Primus’ throat as his body begins to shrink, the cuffs adjusting in size with him as it zaps him repeatedly with bright blue flashes of contained lightning. I roar along with him, my arms outstretched helplessly as Primus’s wings wrap around his body as a useless shield.

"What a hideous bird. I'll pluck your feathers and make food out of them!" The huge bird chirped at him with annoyance and released two wind blades. The blades were not particularly powerful, but they irked Master Twight. He turned around and hurled a slash at the creature, an arc of white frost charging at the bird's head. The bird chirped out of shock but couldn't dodge the attack of a Grade 4 Chrysopoeia practitioner. Fortunately, Violet hurled a blast of purple energy at the attack, saving the bird's life. "Hm? A Grade 3 Chrysopoeia practitioner?"

Auditory texture like a saw cutting through bone, amplified to a volume that made my eardrums pop. The sound made the nanoweave of Neoma’s suit vibrate against her skin. My teeth rattled. "Wolfy?" Barzil asked. His voice was a low rumble. "What is coming?" I looked at the reading. Class 5 Kinetic Entity. Nuclear Core. Barzil-Steel Chassis. "He didn't just build weapons," I whispered. My throat constricted. I couldn't swallow. "He built a champion." The smoke swirled. Two burning red lenses, the size of dinner plates, ignited in the gloom. They glowed with a steady, pulsating heat.

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.

A fast-moving, supervisor zombie clad in a shredded manager’s uniform burst from a side door, leaping from a high metal catwalk directly toward Julian’s blind spot. "Watch your head, princeling!" Briggs roared. Before Julian could pivot, Briggs threw his arm out, launching a concentrated, explosive fireball that slammed squarely into the airborne mutant's chest. The impact blew the creature backward into a brick wall, instantly vaporizing its upper torso, its intact level-one core dropping straight down onto the floor with a metallic ring.

Irretrievably. His features contorted, a raw, animalic cry tearing from his throat. The rogue he'd been fighting dropped in a savage, bone-crunching blow, but Blaze did not stop. He turned, a wild, animal, and struck at the rogue who stabbed Zane. He was no longer human. He was an element of nature, a storm of teeth and claws.

He didn’t know Swift could do this to him. He turned his back at Blaze, moving to the bed, he looked over his shoulder once, and he saw Blaze flashing his eyes as he wiggled his ass in the air once , before settling on the bed. Blaze was on fire. Looking at Swift playing with him. He was sitting, his stomach touching the blankets and he was resting on his paws. Looking at him with his beautiful eyes. And Blaze was hard. Since Swift was a hybrid he didn’t expect him to be prepared as usually Omegas would produce slick. But he was surprised. Maybe Swift was too horny to produce slick from his hole.

Sybil asked shocked. “Yes, and I realized last night that my wolf will do it regardless of a yes or no.” He’d bitten others, ones that were destined mates. That was rather rare and far between, but as Alpha Prime he now had the power to do so. All the traits of being what he was, of the first blood were active in him now. Just like with that first group so long ago. The moment that his people chose him to lead it made him what he had been meant for. No longer just a dormant prime with latent abilities, but a realized one. One who’s gifts were now true and active. Again it just felt like a lot of weight and yet eased with telling her. Even if she didn’t like the last part.

Michael took over immediately and grabbed Mina as she slipped from his back, he wrapped his arms around her, as his wings expanded and he took flight bringing Mina back on the wing of the jet. He placed Mina back on his back and allowed Onyx to take back control. Mina's harness snapped back into place as Blaze went from archangel to wolf. “Damn I hate you, you got an angel and a wolf, and all we got is regular wolves.” Ji'lahni said and Maka growled offended. “Oh, I didn't mean it like that, you're a fucking alpha you're the strongest wolf that I have ever seen, but wings would be fucking awesome right now.” Ji'lahni said shrugging, he knew what she meant and he had to admit wings would be a