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.

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.

Kael’s POV The Prime Purge Wolf lunged at Lyra. I shifted instantly into my massive black wolf, launching myself between her and the creature in an explosive clash of claws, teeth, and stone. The collision was louder than the collapse of the previous chamber. The Prime Purge Wolf was far stronger than the prototypes or the Royal Purge Alpha, and I felt its reinforced skeleton through the impact. I was thrown backward but twisted mid-air to land upright, planting myself firmly between Lyra and the beast. The masked officer watched with satisfaction, revealing that this creature was never intended for Crown control.

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

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.

Her petite figure was huddled against the biting wind, her arms wrapped tightly around her body. Without hesitation, Axe parked his Ford Raptor behind Leia's car and stepped out, his boots crunching against the gravel as he approached her. His heart ached at the sight of her, her delicate frame trembling in the cold. Concern etched his features as he reached out to gently touch her arm. "Leia," he called out softly. "Where's Ember?"

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

—a floating monolith of archived history—and swung himself into a landing on a platform made of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the aperture of the bridge hummed with a cold, sterile light. Standing at the edge was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. Her silver hair shimmered like a dying star, and her eyes—that chilling, calculated violet—looked down at them not with hatred, but with a terrifying Indifference.