Romans & histoires Transformers: Prime Windblade

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.

“Yeah, their Black Wind Fleet is equipped with more than 20 Thunderbolt warcraft.” “I’m surprised that the Black Wind Pirates dare to appear in Black Tiger City.” Philip noticed the same logos on the dozens of warcraft approaching and asked Kane. “Master, they're the Black Wind Pirates. They're equipped with the Thunderbolt warcraft, which have mediocre attack power but quick reflexes.” Philip nodded and said, “Just take them down.” At Philip’s command, energy fluctuations appeared on the Black Hawk warcraft, and dozens of energy bombs were fired at the Thunderbolt warcraft.

Adrian commented, displaying a hint of admiration for the tiger's strong physique. Naturally, if given the option, he would wish for his own body to exhibit similar enduring qualities as that of this specific creature. The tiger roared as it fixed its gaze on Adrian. Suddenly, its eyes gleamed, and two enormous wind blades formed on either side of its body once again. After launching the wind blades at him, it retreated to keep its distance from Adrian. In the next second, more wind blades appeared in the air and darted straight at Adrian. Adrian lamented the missed opportunity when he could have defeated the tiger, muttering, "I should have seized the chance to confront it earlier. Now it's

His dreams could come true if he obtained the Primal Mantra. James kept his composure. He already suspected that there were powerhouses that had concealed themselves. Thus, he refrained from using the Flame Art's Three Fire Transformations. James said calmly, “Aren’t you celebrating too early? I’m not even dead yet.” “Allow me to send you on your way then.” The Ursa spat out in a menacing voice. “Remember my name. It’s Narga Windward.”

The wind wheels sliced through the night. They collided with the glowing fist. The Windrunners had initially believed the wind wheels would easily slice through the fist's light, yet to their surprise, the wheels were hurled hundreds of feet away. Gideon descended like a sun crashing from the sky. He unleashed another punch. The Alpha Black Raptor screamed, its wings trembling, as a fearsome wind blade over a thousand feet long slashed out. At the same time, Eduardo gestured wildly and yelled. The formidable Windrunner warriors launched their assault together, their collective strength forming a massive hammer.

“Wow, Sera, there are so many trees around your neighborhood.” “Sera, how old do you think that tree is?” “Sera—” I brought my steps to a sudden halt. Valen was standing beneath that same old scholar tree right outside my apartment building. He had leaned down quite a bit, and there was a tiny, jagged nick on his jawline from shaving. The moment he caught sight of me, he took an instinctive step forward, only to freeze dead in his tracks. Then, his gaze locked onto Rain, who was standing right behind me. Rain was effortlessly wheeling a suitcase in each hand while carrying my bright pink backpack slung over his shoulders—a stark, completely ridiculous contrast against his entirely black stre

She rolled down the window and waved at me. Simon then said naturally, "Get in. I'll take you both home." When he saw my eyes fall on the passenger-seat sticker that said "Girlfriend Only," he frowned, somewhat impatiently. "Gem has a bad back. The passenger seat has more room. You can sit in the back this time." Look at that. He remembered every little thing about Gem. He remembered her bad back. He remembered her cramps. But somehow, he could never remember the old injury I had from moving all the heavy furniture.

he demanded, his voice a low, subterranean growl that made the crystals on the chandeliers hum. "A dozen Vanguards, Alpha," the scout panted, still dripping melted snow onto the marble. "Led by Kaine of the South. They say they’ve come to 'inspect' the new Luna. They claim a human-born Winter Prime is a sign of a weakening Ridge." Silas, who only moments ago had been looking tenderly at a sorceress, was now the personification of lethal efficiency. He didn't even look at Lady Mira as he reached into a decorative suit of armor and pulled out a massive, jagged broadsword that Elara had previously assumed was a museum piece.