Transformers Prime Jetfire Novels & Stories

The night sky turned orange with fire. I lay there coughing, ears ringing, every inch of my body screaming. Kade was on top of me, still shielding me from the worst of the blast and falling debris. “You okay?” he rasped, his face inches from mine, eyes full of fear and love. I touched his bloody cheek with trembling fingers. “Yeah, you?” Before he could answer, a terrifying shadow rose from the heart of the flames behind us. Unit Prime stepped out of the inferno, one arm completely missing, and half its body was the color of charcoal.

He knew I wouldn’t have cared. The landing was rough, however, since it was on uneven dirt, it was a perfect landing. “We will run in wolf form. Ride on my back and I will take you there.” I nodded as the plane came to a stop. Jet opened the door, and I was immediately hit with the scent of burning flesh and burning wood. My stomach turned as I hoped it meant the creatures were all dead and being burned. Jet and the warriors stripped and transformed into their wolves. Jet was pitch black with red eyes. Standing at an impressive 7 foot tall, he was the biggest and scariest looking. Not to mention the most dangerous and sexiest of them all. He got down on his front legs so I could climb up aft

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.”

The bird looks at him with sad eyes, and his hooting sounds like a cry. “Zog, what if you took the cage in the air?” “I can try, but they'll wake up from the noise. Besides, you have to take off this cloth, and the guard will raise the alarm.” While Lucifron was talking inside his mind, the bird turns to him, spreads his wings and sings a sad melody, and sets himself on fire. “What the fuck” – Lucifron says. “He really is a Phoenix. Wait, she will be reborn.”

The look in his eyes is terrifying, but his fangs aren’t pressed up against Gamma Everly’s jugular anymore, so things are going according to plan. “I am,” I reply, panting nervously. “So is it working?” With a roar, Elder Jet abandons Gamma Everly’s weakness body and charges towards me.

Caspian commanded. Jade understood. She didn't use a button. She reached into the jet’s engine data and ripped the safety protocols apart. A massive plume of white-hot plasma erupted from the wing, engulfing the Siren. The creature shrieked, her iridescent scales blackening as she was ripped from the wing by the sheer force of the slipstream. But she wasn't alone. Sentinel 05—a massive, winged hybrid that looked like a mechanical gargoyle—dived from the clouds above, its talons tearing through the Ares IV’s tail assembly.

Only the God of Chaos could have turned him into a fluffy, adorable ginger HARE. One of the Three toms - the tubby one - his jaw dropped as he announced. "Oh my, is that the new Black Devil? I thought he'd be... taller." "I'm fluffy!" Spitfire stalked right up to Jinx, who was doing everything he could to hold back a smug grin. "I have a fluffy little tail. Look at this thing!" Turning around and shaking his butt at Jinx, Spitfire realized quickly how stupid he looked. He stopped and turned back around to glare at the new God of Chaos, who wasn't even trying not to laugh at this point.

A firefighter shouts, pointing at a window barely visible through the smoke, and then I see Levi partially transformed. His body is matted in soot, cradling my daughter in his arms—our daughter. The firefighters set up a life safety net, and from the situation, Blue is the only one who can pass through because the window seems broken but jammed shut. He lets out a growl, rears back, and tosses her through the broken window. She flies through the air for half a second that feels like an eternity, and my heart lodges in my throat with tears crawling from my face.

"Jack, you have the Alpha strain. It’s based on the Beta architecture. If they turn that switch on..." "We all melt," Jack finished. He looked at the puddle of Valerius. "He wasn't the final boss," Jack said, struggling to stand. "He was just the distraction." Jack looked at the Prototype Transport Jet—the "Aurora"—sitting on the far side of the helipad. It was damaged, covered in debris, but it looked intact. "Ben," Jack said. "Can you fly that thing?" "The experimental supersonic jet that I've never touched?" Ben asked. "Sure. Why not? Today has been weird enough."

I closed my eyes muttering some prayers under my breath, the councils will be so happy to hear this. Jet is finally the monster they wanted him to be! . . . TBC