Transformers: Prime Windblade Novels & Stories

Over fifty thousand regional wolf-guards had thrown down their arms, falling into formation behind the nine-foot titan. And at the center of the massive, glowing red war-host, moving at breakneck speed along the grand imperial highway straight toward the capital... was a solitary, massive iron structure being dragged by six mutated shadow-beasts. "What is that central unit?" Zane asked, leaning over the holographic map, his brow furrowed. Asher’s voice returned, dropping into a whisper that carried the cold weight of absolute death: "It's an ancient mobile execution platform, Zane... The First Prime isn't marching to negotiate with the High Council's remnants. He has declared a Primal Trial.

She could feel the earth beneath her tremble with their movement, hear the grinding of ancient joints, the rattle of dead bones coming to life. Trees began to wither and die within a growing radius. The wind howled, not in a way that was natural, but with a sharp, terrifying force that had no clear source. Bree, ever the resourceful scout, brought troubling news. “The First Wolf’s spirit may not be gone,” she said, her voice shaking. “I believe it’s still waiting—silent, dormant, but waiting for the Prime Wolf to fully return. When it does, it will reclaim Caitlyn through him.”

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

A massive camera lens embedded in the back of its wrist stared down at Bima, its red light glowing with lethal intent. "Target detected," Core Prime’s voice echoed from the sky, heavy and merciless. The hand’s pinky finger, easily the size of a house, began to descend slowly. The air around Bima became intensely compressed, making it difficult to breathe. "Now, Riska!" Bima braced himself. "Frequency channeled into the blade! Three... two... one!" Riska screamed. The blade in Bima’s hand suddenly glowed gold. Its vibration became so intense that it felt as if the knife were trying to slice through the very air itself.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind knocked them out. A wild laugh echoed in the tumultuous wind, which now resembled a tornado. Nate and the princess stood their ground, but the entity remained obscured. Despite the chaos, she knew that the smell was that of a rogue, and it was not a good omen. Nate tried to calm the wind by twirling his hands, but to no avail. This was the most powerful rogue they have ever encountered and as they were trying to escape, the wind yanked them to the tree and Claire felt a sharp blade impaled in her chest, making her unconscious…

He hated those winds the most in his heart when it almost took his life when he was trapped in the Transportation tunnel during the Space Void Storm. Even with a barrier of the earth to shield him from the micro winds, the dirt was flying all around him, showing the power of the micro winds, but his shielding still held until the last micro wind subsided. The two Blakes then took down the earth barrier and looked at themselves. They both were a sorry sight, along with the rest of the clones. Tattered clothing and cuts all over their bodies. Just as Blake Prime was about to speak, one last micro wind slashed onto his face, making him scream in pain.

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

his voice drifted through the ionizing air, calm as a priest’s. “The one with the pulse-dampener. Take the legs first.” I didn't answer, but my body pivoted. I dropped low, my silk maternity robe snapping like a whip as I swept the lead Harvester's shins. The Sovereign strength was a terrifying, heavy thing—the titanium alloy buckled under my strike with the crunch of dry wood. As it hit the floor, I buried the Phantom Blade in its chest plate, punching through the heart of the power core. Another surge. The smell of scorched insulation and hot copper filled the nursery.

As always, start with the weakest. Ray and Travis moved closer, because the five captains were now beyond the range of spatial swap. Activate! Whoosh! A Jayzepanese appeared—this one was a wind-type ability user. Ray considered him the biggest threat. With him gone, Gunnr would be virtually blind. "Enemy—!" The wind user screamed instinctively upon appearing, immediately transforming into a whirling gust. Ray swung a spatial severing cut, but it was useless. Cutting wind into finer strands? How could that harm wind itself? This ability rendered him nearly immune to damage.

5 tons] [Speed: 20 m/s] [Type: Medium-weight Melee] [Engine: Electromagnetic Range-Extender Engine (Legendary)] [Equipment: Ultra-Energy Solar Sword (Epic), Alloy Defensive Armor (Excellent), Multi-Point Continuous Thrusters (Excellent), Hundred Battle Core (Epic), Detection Core (Legendary), Assault Core (Epic), Gale Core (Epic), Freezing Funnel Tier 1 (Epic)] [Skill(s): Overdrive Combat Power Enhancement (Legendary), Death Laser, Extreme Thunder Blast] - "Both strength and speed have increased, and I still have a Legendary energy barrier lying in the cargo pod. My equipment is pretty amazing, but the two Excellent-grade pieces feel a bit out of place." Looking at his stats, Victor muttered