Transformers Prime Dreadwing Novels & Stories

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

Twilight asked Swift Mustang. “Shadow Star is the leader of my group, he’s the element bearer of Devotion” said Swift “that’s right Swifter” said Shadow Star “you’re Shadow Star and why you’re flying?” Twilight asked “why I’m flying with one wing I don’t why.” Said Shadow Star “his right wing was severed when he was chased by a dragon” said Swift Mustang “yep I was chased by a dragon and his attack severed my right wing and that event haunts me still” said Shadow Star. Twilight pats his shoulder “It’s okay people get haunted by events of the past and yet you continue fighting” said Twilight. “Thank you Twilight anyway Astral Mist, Lunar Scar & Ivory Wings will be here soon “I’m here Shadow!!

Much when they just escaped from one. Kent extended her arms, trying to make hold of Gloyd when gigantic black wings spread in front of her, where she crashed towards it. Gloyd transformed. Big black wings sprouted from his back his feet turned into what looked like a bird's claw, his hands and body retained but now covered somewhat with tattoos that looked like feathers. Everyone shouted. Ecstatic towards a successful transformation. "My face." Kent said while holding her nose from the crash towards Gloyd's black wings. Gloyd laughed, "I'm sorry. But, thank you." Kent smiled, "Anytime."

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.”

I roar along with him, my arms outstretched helplessly as Primus’s wings wrap around his body as a useless shield. And falls. Until all that is left is a man-sized drake crashing into the sea.

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

He turns his golden eyes on me and Raff. “Stand back, lovebirds.” The deep timbre of Drelduin’s voice rolls through the cavern. I grab Raff and we step back. Aiden’s face turns into an affectionate smile before shadow and smoke engulf him to hide his transformation and when it clears Drelduin is stretching his enormous body in all its glory. “I know you can’t communicate in words in this form, Drelduin, but I have missed you, you magnificent creature,” I whisper as I step forward and gently run my hand over his scales hearing him purr like a giant cat.

Our bodies collided and even though it was missing an arm and burned half to death, it was terrifyingly strong. “You are inferior,” Prime growled in its distorted voice. “Natural evolution is flawed but I am perfection.” I fastened my jaws around its damaged shoulder and shook it as hard as I could. “Perfection doesn’t bleed like this, you bastard!” Black blood filled my mouth. Prime drove its fist into my side, cracking more ribs. I felt pain that made me see white, but I didn’t let go. I couldn’t. Liora’s voice came to me with a warning. “Kade, on your left!”

Kael didn't use his blade; he used his Alpha-Call, a localized shockwave of pure life-force that shattered the drones' fragile logic. The Encounter with the Ghost They reached the central chamber. In the middle of a swirling vortex of dark matter sat a withered, chrome-plated husk. It was Drax's original command throne, now fused into the Hive's nervous system. Within the throne, a holographic flicker of General Drax appeared. He looked older, his digital form fraying at the edges. "Architect," Drax's voice echoed in their minds. "You... took... your... time. The Swarm... is... hungry. It wants... the... song."

“Just barely, but enough. Looks like they’re headed towards Data.” “Send me at those two,” said a third pilot. “I’ll smash ‘em both, easy as pie. Win would be as good as ours.” — Pilot: Big Dorf Role: Heavy Defense Loadout: Primal Machinations “Silverback” Ultraheavy Siege Chassis [A] Myrmidon Technology “Ajax” Resonance Glaive [A] Myrmidon Technology “Caesar” Heavy Scutum Shield [A] — Big Dorf’s Silverback was an imposing beast. It seemed as though it was as wide as it was tall, but it was simply extremely heavily armored. On top of that he wielded an incredibly thick shield that somehow covered most of his body.