Transformers Prime Dreadwing Novels & Stories

Even if transformed, he will not be able to kill this huge number .. "I see?" A trembling whisper came out of him, raising her tearful eyes to stare at him “Painful.” Mars whispered helplessly. Finally, he came back to feel it. His body shivered as he approached her, his tears flowing, and his lenses turning gray - sadness. "Ardina" whispered he couldn't raise his voice he didn't have the energy to do it Seeing her with blood on her makes him want to die! “Painful” repeated his wolf while he was completely collapsed so that Zayn can't turn into him now because of his weakness

"Nothing to worry about." "Ok..." Aria breathed in relief then gasped in disbelief as Prime Johansson suddenly burst into flames that raged out getting bigger and bigger then gutted out to reveal a might red dragon, that stretched its wings and beat the air, lifting off with great effort into the sky and letting out a mighty roar. "Bloody hell!" Kahlia exclaimed. "It never gets any less amazing to witness." Abram said, folding his arms with a proud smile. Next was Prime Evans who transformed with a tornado of inky blackness to reveal a huge black dragon that pierced the night with its sub-sonic screech as it lifted into the air and joined the fire dragon in its hovering.

"The wings generate their shields! Clip them, and they die like anything else!" Elias Vance didn't need to be told twice. The disgraced RAF pilot spun his Vanguard mech into a sickening, zero-gravity barrel roll, dodging a volley of plasma fire. He extended his high-frequency blades, slicing flawlessly through the glowing wings of two golden drones. As their wings severed, the drones’ golden armor instantly turned a dead, dull grey. They floated away into the void, completely depowered. "We can bleed them!" Elias shouted, a wild, adrenaline-fueled grin spreading across his face. "Keep pushing!"

Then, he took to the sky, soaring high above St Donovan, his mind filled with dark thoughts and unholy desires. "For fuck sake give me a break," Leon said with a frustrated sigh sensing the unimaginable power erupting from Jared. "It isn't too late to run princess," He turned to Dreymon who smirked "Not after you your Highness," Said Dreymon to Leon. It was the first time he saw Jared's complete transformation. The winged demon descended upon them, his claws and horns tearing through the flesh and bone of Dreymon before he could move. Blood spilled everywhere, staining the ground beneath him, as he reveled in the carnage.

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, the only betrayal of the storm building within him. “Subject: Deceased. Adrium: Not detected.” The lead drone emitted a short, shrill beep, and the others responded with a synchronized retreat, lifting upward like vultures denied a feast. In seconds, they were gone, vanishing into the smog above the ruins. Tunde exhaled slowly. His eyes flicked to the crate. The shard glowed faintly in the shadows like a heart still beating.

If they wanted to help they'd let us go. A strangled, gargling sound brings my attention back to the dying drake in my arms. Fluttering open, Primus' eyes glare with the true clarity of recognition. In the most painful of moments, he is himself again, free of the queen's influence. His hands are struggling to keep the gash at his neck closed but he is losing the battle. He looks so afraid. He knows he is dying.

Dennis watched himself crawl, battered and pathetic, out of the wreckage of his prized Level 6 land dreadnought. "Kill him." A young man's voice, cold and indifferent, rang out over the ruins, carrying no emotion at all, as though crushing a cockroach underfoot. The next instant, a violent gust of wind tore through. Dennis looked up in terror to see a massive, winged monstrosity dropping out of the sky. It was a modified Tyrant, its muscles like cast steel, its eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty red light. The creature reached out a massive hand, snatched him up like a chicken, and flew high into the sky.

Yet, he refused to fall. Behind him, the air trembled. I watched, my vision sharpening just enough to process the horror. A cold metal pole, salvaged from the wreckage of the throne, was driven deep through the Dreadlord’s chest, pinning him against the broken stone wall. SHHHKKKK!! The impact reverberated through the very foundation of the room. The Dreadlord choked, a violent, guttural sound, as thick, tar-like black blood erupted from his throat. Then, the transformation began...a hideous unmaking.

"This is what they've been hyping us about? He's so scrawny!" The insectoid Prime Chimera flew towards Len and studied him up and down. Len was highly alarmed by the monster's blade - like arms that flailed around him. The loud buzzing of the insectoid's wings hurt his ears and from up close, Lars could identify that this Prime Chimera was derived from orchid mantis based on its pink colorations. "Hymeno, you absolute moron. We all look like that at some point," Axylia said. "Surely not as pathetic - looking as this one. Look at him!"

Leo, Torque, and the sixty Ironhead militiamen were standing in the mud, their weapons lowered, staring up at the sky in absolute, stunned silence. Hovering fifty feet above the courtyard, in a perfect, synchronized delta formation, were seven Ministry Seeker Drones. They were sleek, predatory machines, designed for urban pacification. They were armed with twin-linked kinetic submachine guns and non-lethal riot-suppression tear gas launchers. They were painted the oppressive, matte-black of the Blackwatch. Usually, the sight of even one of these drones in the Rust Belt would send scavengers fleeing into the sewers in terror. "Wraith," Torque whispered as Ren walked up beside him. The cyborg