Transformers: Prime Windblade Novels & Stories

I watch, breathless, thinking it will disappear — but instead, the condensed currents split, sliding smoothly along both sides of his throat, brushing the skin with the gentlest, most deliberate, and menacing caress, before they meet again behind his neck. There, in a heartbeat, the wind snaps back into form, reforming into a razor-fine blade. And then — faster than the eye can track — it whips across the room. CLANG. The windblade slices straight through a steel art sculpture standing by the far wall — a polished metal spiral about thirty centimeters wide — and cuts it clean in half. The halves clatter apart with a ringing sound, the edges gleaming sharp and fresh. The blade itself dissipat

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

Blue Wind goshawk was a violent demonic beast that liked to kill and had a strong lethality. Its most powerful move was the two wings behind it. Once they were waved, they could release cyan wind blades. The power of these wind blades was extremely amazing. Even a three-meter-thick tree could be directly cut off. If an ordinary warrior was hit by the wind blade, he would be seriously injured even if he did not die. At the same time! Its wings were still very sturdy. Ordinary weapons could not break them at all. Because of this. Many artifact craftsman experts liked to hunt down Blue Wind goshawk and use their wings to craft artifacts.

​​The arrival of the Architect-Prime did not bring a roar of engines or the crack of thunder. Instead, it brought a terrifying, absolute silence. As the silver-white figure descended, the fires in the Iron District didn’t just go out, they ceased to exist, as if the concept of heat had been edited out of the local area. ​Leo, Kaelen, and Maya stood frozen, their bodies locked in a frequency they couldn't name. Sierra, however, stood the tallest. She stepped in front of her children, her green glass blade humming with a desperate, vibrating energy.

That was how much the Origin King was willing to do for her head. “Say hi to the Reaper for me,” Ancestor Origin smiled and let go of the wind blades. *Huuu* With a loud groan the wind blades flew towards Crystal, their speed similar to a falcon in full throttle. For though they were large and vast, they were made of wind. And in less than a second after Ancestor Origin’s permission was given for their reckless charge, they were upon Crystal. *Boom* *Boom* *Boom*

A new voice, deeper, colder than any we’d heard before, came up the stairwell. “Primary Alpha target detected. Termination protocol authorized.” Then it stepped into view. One single enhanced wolf. But this one was different. It was taller, looked heavier, and carried a lot of scars on its body like it had survived a hundred battles. But I was pretty sure that those scars were just design protocol. No way this thing had been fighting for that long. Its golden eyes burned almost white. It looked straight at me and smiled with too many teeth. “Hello, Kade. I am Unit Prime. And I was created to kill you.”

Gavin unleashed everything he had, pushing his divine ability—Rending Wind Blades—to its limit. Countless blades crashed down on Lawrence in a relentless barrage. With Lawrence's stamina and spiritual energy nearly depleted, it looked like he had no way to withstand the attack. Glancing upward at Gavin, he tightened his grip on the Sovereign Silver Spear. Then, he swept it in a wide arc and shouted, "Break it!" A torrent of power burst out and met the descending wind blades head-on. Piercing explosions followed as the spear force filled the sky, breaking them apart one after another before driving straight into Gavin.

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.”

Karissa walked beside me, silent for several minutes before she finally said quietly, “My Father is going to be angry how could he have missed this…” She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t need to. I glanced back at the spinning turbines one last time. The blades turned slowly, almost peacefully against the sky. But now that I knew what they carried… They looked like weapons. Zey spoke again, his voice darker than I’d ever heard it. Not just Crescent wolves target. I frowned. “What do you mean?” He huffed softly. If wind change direction… My stomach dropped. Right. If the wind changed direction…

As the Captain of the 2nd Caravel ship, Major Fontana shouted his order, all the Wizard Division Soldier that were dressed valiantly, in White and Blue Aeternum Military Combat uniform, stood tall on their spots that were on the top most deck, and all of them were casting a Tier 1 Magic spell of Wind elemental call ‘Breeze Blast’. it was a magic attacks that produced a strong wind blast on a single direction, capable of blowing off anything in it’s path. Everyone that watched the broadcast, were expecting that the Caravel Sails and mast would be blown off, by the many Wizards casting the same spell in one single direction, but instead they were all shocked to see that the mast and the sail o