Transformers: Prime Windblade Novels & Stories

But his eyes weren't gold; they were a flat, glowing violet, and his skin was covered in a mesh of integrated circuitry. "Subject 000-Prime," the man spoke, his voice a perfect, soulless mimicry of Caleb’s own. "The father of your line. You are merely a copy of a copy, 001. A weapon that developed a soul. A flaw that must be erased." The Prime pulled a blade of solid Void-energy from his wrist. Caleb stepped forward, the silver in his eyes burning with a fire that no machine could replicate. "A flaw?" Caleb smirked, his claws extending. "That 'flaw' is the only thing that's going to survive this conversation."

In the Estate Gardens, about Four Years Later... The most feared creature in all of the Western Seaboard, the Alpha Prime of the Shadow Sovereigns, the King of Wolves, was now currently pinned to the grass, defeated. "Surrender now!" a high pitched voice squeaked. "Never, I do not surrender. " Alex growled playfully, though he made no effort to move his massive arms, which were currently being held down by two forty pound terrors. "Attack!" the second voice commanded.

Gale-force winds and torrential rain battered the flight deck, but inside the drop bay, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Three mechs stood at the edge of the open bay doors. Two were the new Mark VII "Vanguard" Twin Mechs, their sleek, aerodynamic chassis pulsing with a ghostly cyan nanolaminate glow. Behind them stood Jack in his heavily upgraded Mark VI Defender mech, looking like a walking fortress.

It happened so fast that everyone didn't realize what was happening as Caleb's flying sword shot out, one after another… Even though Tarkin managed to stop the Windrider, Windpiercer, and Windsearer, he simply couldn't stop the Windblazer—the strongest flying sword—and that killed him! Swish! The flying swords then quickly returned to hover before Caleb, the blades humming. Caleb chuckled in cool amusement. "Since you love your grandson so much, I've decided to help by reuniting you both!" At his words, everyone came to their senses. The dozen of Scion ranks looked completely dumbfounded, but they were soon seething.

—an exchange of "Methods-of-Persistence." "You have survived the Silence with 'Weight'," the Prime-Kinetic vibrated, its form momentarily stabilizing into a humanoid shape of "Whirling-Gears." "We have survived it with 'Speed.' Separately, we are 'Islands.' Together, we are a 'Transmission.' If we link our 'Engines,' we can 'Drive-Back' the Silence from the entire sector."

The Prime Beast smelled her weakness and lunged again. Thorne and two warriors formed a wedge formation to shield Lyra’s flank. Eira took the front with me. I shouted orders with full Alpha dominance. “Left flank, drive it toward the support wall!” “Do not let it scent the heir again!” The pack obeyed instantly, but the Prime Beast ignored formations; it targeted Lyra only. The Prime Beast’s tracking ability is biological, not magical. It can sense the heir’s heartbeat through solid rock.

My hand flew down to my utility belt, my fingers wrapping around the cold, heavy metal hilt of the special weapon I had been keeping hidden in reserve. With a hard, desperate press of my thumb, I hit the ignition switch. HISS! A brilliant beam of hot plasma ignited. It hummed with a high-pitched, dangerous vibration that made the cold air around my hand feel instantly warm. The bright blue-white glow cut right through the dark dust, painting the monster's thick, leathery back in a pale, electric light. [Plasma Blade active Host Eva. Energy reserve at one hundred percent. The blade's thermal output is sufficient to melt through bone and muscle tissue. Target's primary weakness is now highligh

He laughed and said, "Senior, we shall keep our body operational. In the future, when we work for the eldest Divine Prince, we can clear away the darkness and get back a bright sky... Let's go." "Haha, Ok! Go!" His attacks changed as his mood had shifted. On hearing a loud shout, tornadoes and wind pillars like cyan dragons suddenly dispersed in the sky and turned into cyan wind blades that was similar to dense locust, exploding and shooting in all directions. Suddenly, countless Black Armored Army soldiers screamed and fell from the sky. The earliest ones to take action, the mysterious masters in black, became the first batch to be killed. In an instant, five or six people were shot into mi

I watched as Chris’s hand bleed more and more, as I swung the bag over my shoulder, knowing he wouldn’t be able to carry it with his shoulder anymore. “I can’t shoot well with my left hand, which means we’re almost as good as dead at the moment.” Chris gritted out as we slowly walked out of the warehouse, our shoes crunching loudly over hundreds of bullets. What the fuck did you do to result in this amount of people being after your life, Chris? I questioned him silently as I watched him glance around the streets carefully from side to side before cursing, quieting beneath his breath, and suddenly pushing me behind a big truck with a sharp nudge of his left elbow, making me stumble for a mom

Justice finishes talking, a gust of red wind appears and blows our hair all over. "Here," SpeedBlade screams, throwing everything in his arms right in front of Ms. Justice. The two of us, at first stun by his sudden appearance, barely have time to get out of the way as SpeedBlade throws everything down. A pile of machine parts; gears, pipes, some sheet metals, and other things, all collapse onto Ms. Justice's metal net.