Transformers: Prime Windblade Novels & Stories

He explained further. “My sister lets me ride all the time.” I shrugged. “They were mere betas. I am—“ “The all-powerful Kent. Got it. Nevermind. You transform. I’ll go on the mountain all by myself.” I said. Before I completed my sentence, Kent's face went stone. His nose was the first thing I noticed. It was no longer human before I could focus on the rest of the changes. Kent's skin had gray and white fur on it, and eventually, I was looking at beadier red eyes. In front of me now stood a wolf, a few inches taller than me. All around the wolf, I saw torn clothes on the ground.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

"What do you mean? If you don't trust him, why is he your Beta?" "I made a few stupid promises a few years ago too," he said. "One of them was to Jace, offering him the Beta position in exchange for his help in gaining territory over Australia." I sighed. "I'll talk to her tomorrow." Adam was silent for a few moments. "If she needs some convincing, you can tell her he has a mate," he said. "He does? Who? He told me he hadn't found his mate yet..." "Liu Wanshan." I gasped. "What?!"

The engines of the steel coils whim in a frequency that runs me through the boot soles straight into the bones. Maneuvering in the purple storm felt like would control a wild animal through a gorgeous riverbed. The new Carbonium wings of the wind bridges are threateningly bent among the incomparable Böen, but they didn't break. They breathed with the wind, just like Zephyr it had promised. “Drugs on a catching course!” Kael grumbled behind me. His heavy hands lay loose

Jayce carried on flinging more wind blades at Claude while sending more to attack what remained of the Holy Temple's retinue. "ARRRGHHH!" more acolytes died horribly. Swish! Blood sprayed everywhere when one of the wind blades lopped off the head of an acolyte and the head tumbled to the ground helplessly. Slosh! Slosh! Blood sprayed uncontrollably like a geyser. Being able to slice and destroy even the hardest of rocks, there was no doubt as to what the wind blades could do to humans.

From the shadows behind Elena, two figures emerged. They were "Perfected Shields." They looked like Nevan, but their skin was a seamless, metallic silver, and their eyes were the cold, radiant gold of the Harvester. They didn't have souls; they had protocols. They were the "Alpha-Prime" units—the versions of Nevan that Elena had always wanted to build. "Kill the Shield," Elena commanded. "Retrieve the Heir. The Mother will be integrated." The two Alphas lunged.

Next, the Soil-Thickening Formation that was about to block him was instantly crushed. In a piece of flying mud, the whirring wind sounded like a ghost wailing at night, rolling toward his neck with a deep chill. Then, Xander swung his arm, and his palm met with the wind of blades. Clank! Sparks flew everywhere as Xander grabbed the wind of blades. Next, he roared like an angered beast a few times, taking big steps forward before slamming his foot on the ground. Then, he threw the wind of blades with his backhand.

I never showed anyone my wolf. My wolf is unique. She is navy blue, and her eyes are mercury-silver. She’s beautiful, and she likes me. She never liked Silas, but I couldn’t be bothered to listen to her. In my last life, that cost me dearly. I didn’t just lose my ability to have pups, but I also lost my wolf. In this life, I will do everything I can to keep my wolf and not let history repeat itself. Previously, my wolf, Nila, said she was special, but couldn’t explain it to me until we found our mate. We never found our mate because I was too hung up on Silas. What a waste of time.

It roars, shaking the sky. Eden Prime smiles. **"Meet your son."** --- **The Choice** The hybrid attacks, roots and static tearing the garden apart. Ravel fights with a brutality I've never seen-biting, clawing, *burning*-but the hybrid regenerates faster. Eden Prime floats above the chaos. **"You can stop this! Just say yes!"** The static writhes, offering power-enough to crush the hybrid, to save Ravel, to burn the Architects from the sky. But the cost?

Wherever the blades passed, the air seemed to tear, emitting a piercing screech. Cloudwalker's expression remained unchanged. He waved his fly whisk, and the golden light surged, the whisk's threads tracing graceful arcs in the air like golden chains, wrapping around each incoming black energy blade. With a flick of his wrist, the fly whisk snapped, instantly purifying the blades into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air.