Transformers Prime Vehicons Novels & Stories

WEREWOLF REALM The forest loomed with an ominous quiet, ancient trees forming towering sentinels around the clearing where Justine’s convoy had begun to arrive. The whirr of engines pierced the otherwise muted woodland, tires crunching over gravel and fallen leaves. At the center of the clearing, two massive armored trucks ground to a halt, followed by a line of six reinforced utility vehicles and a pair of short-range missile tanks. The black-and-chrome sheen of their exteriors gleamed under the dappled forest light. The JANEERAD crest—a coiled wolf strangled by a chain—was stamped onto the side of each vehicle.

I say. He rewinds it, playing it slower, frame by frame. “Go after the impact.” I say, the truck pulls away, fast Like nothing happened. “Enhance it,” the hacker's fingers move quickly. Image sharpens, and then details become clearer, and the truck model becomes clearer. “That's a Collins - series Obsidian,” he mutters, "I know that. “ Military-grade reinforcement.” I lean forward slightly, eyes narrowing, “How many exist?” “Fifty, maybe less , all the registered,”

​The Hijacking of the Manta ​The carrier was a beauty of dark engineering. Its hull was made of "Void-Glass," a material that absorbed both light and radar. It sat on the helipad, its engines humming with a low, predatory vibration. ​Standing in front of the boarding ramp was a figure Leo hadn't expected to see again. It was the Synthetic Prime, or at least, a version of it. This one was more refined, its face a chillingly accurate recreation of Leo’s father, but with eyes that were nothing more than black voids.

Dante’s hand tightened on my chair. A silent finally. “We’re going to war like Dante goes to war,” I continued. “Forward. Reckless. Brutal. No subtlety is dead.” Voronin’s grin was slow and vicious. He unzipped the duffel and rolled out blueprints of six custom vehicles. “Meet my children,” he said proudly. Three GAZ Tigr chassis, up-armored to withstand .50 cal, fitted with roof-mounted RPG-30 launchers and twin PKP belts.

Silence descended on Sector 7, broken only by the low, idling hum of the Behemoth's micro-fusion reactor. Torque walked up beside Ren, his mouth hanging open, his combat shotgun forgotten in his hands. He looked at the massive, unstoppable Vanguard execution machine sitting peacefully in their courtyard. "You didn't," Torque whispered in absolute awe. Ren reached into his coat and pulled out his datapad. The screen updated, showing a massive new icon under his command network. NEW VEHICLE ACQUIRED: VANGUARD BEHEMOTH (SIEGE CLASS). OWNER: WRAITH. Ren looked at the cyborg warlord. The bruise on Ren's face was dark, and he looked like he hadn't slept in a week, but his eyes burned with the fire

Vanessa spoke calmly. “He never leads from the front.” Sebastian looked at her. “Where would he be?” Vanessa smiled faintly. “Watching.” Leo suddenly pointed at another signal on the screen. “Wait.” Everyone leaned closer. Another vehicle appeared on the map. Moving toward Knight Group. But this one was different. Armored. Daniel frowned. “That’s not Harrison’s style.” Leo zoomed the camera. The logo on the vehicle door became visible. Daniel’s eyes widened. “Private military.”

"It seems both our fathers were willing to sacrifice us for their own ambitions." Another impact rocked the vehicle, making it harder this time. The metal frame groaned as something unseen clawed at the exterior. "Void Walkers," Dex confirmed, distributing the weapons. They resembled short staffs with glowing blue cores. "These disrupt their phase state. Aim for the centre mass of the distortion." Kira accelerated, the vehicle bouncing violently over the uneven terrain. "Two minutes to the border ridge if we can maintain speed!" Through the windows, I could see more echowisps gathering—dozens, then hundreds, swarming around our vehicle like protective spirits. Their whispers grew louder, mor