Transformers Prime Dreadwing Novels & Stories

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

Nobody slept. I rode in the passenger seat of my father’s Dreadnought-Crawler, my cracked data-deck hardwired into the rig’s telemetry sensors. Beside me, Chen Wei’s hands were white-knuckled on the heavy steering yoke, his eyes bloodshot and fixed on the horizon. In the back, Leo and the exhausted Code-Born kids were huddled together, drawing whatever ambient energy they could from the passing terraformed jungle. Outside, Dax rode the vanguard. The Interceptor was covered in a thick layer of grey ash, but the Speedrun King never let off the throttle.