Transformers: Prime Windblade Novelas e Histórias

said Hazel. Squad 105 have no words when realizing the hidden power of their weapons. “Unlike other weapon, GRD-class and GLT-class are the only weapon that can transform Plasma Blade and Rail Gun at once.” Said Stevan. “This bow was made from two Plasma Blade … is it called a bow?” said Dallas. “Off course a bow, you still shooting arrows from it. But if you add Rail Gun while releasing your Encoded Weapon, it will change to crossbow.” Said Lucas.

She lifted something into the air with both hands. Brea sucked in a huge breath when she finally realized that Victoria held a baby high into the air, a bright blue blanket swathed the boy as he began to cry. The whole beautiful setting turned from a sparkling scene to a black ash color before her very eyes. Everything blurred and the once bright colors ran together, like a Rockwell painting gone wrong. She could hear a loud roaring, it sounded like that time when a tornado passed close to where she lived in town last year. Her body shook as her stomach heaved. This can’t be real! She leaned her head back and screamed, “NOOOO!”

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?"

“Leave it alone!” “What’s the matter?” “You forgot your reaction when you touched this blade back at Dragun Squad Base Camp. This blade has a devilish nature, so you can’t control it now.” “Back then, Blade Hero was known as the great warrior who was invincible in the Transformation Realm,” Tyr replied with a sigh. “He had reached the pinnacle of Transformation and was capable of wielding both the Celestial Blade and the Sword of Grace. Why can’t I control the Celestial Blade now that I’ve reached the pinnacle of Transformation?”

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.”