Arcee Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

Neriah POV I left Heritage Mall with the warrior. He bought a sampler box of fudge. There were six different kinds. I stuck it in my bag. I don’t want to have to share it with Jemisha. By share, I mean she will take it, and Father and Regina will encourage it. Ambrose kept texting me, saying that the livestream for Jemisha is dramatic and over the top. I told him to keep watching because I got her a gift. It will put her in a corner and allow me to start exposing my father and Regina in front of an audience.

Just its majestic posture and stately head design showed that Jason spent quite a lot of time matching the mech's aesthetics to its superb offensive power. The Caesar Augustus offered supreme offense and supreme defense in the medium weight class. By far the most expensive component was National Aeromotives' proprietary armor plating, originally designed to protect its most luxurious line of space shuttles from direct microasteroid impacts. Though expensive and difficult to produce, the armor offered superior protection that approached nextgen standards at the time.

A massive, matte-black armored vehicle—The Titan—smashed through the wreckage, its six wheels crushing the mercenaries’ barricades as if they were made of glass. The vehicle’s side hatches hissed open, and the members of the Vance Resurgence deployed with a clinical, lethal efficiency. Kaelen "Wraith" Vance and Seraphina Dubois led the charge, their "Obsidian" tech neutralizing the mercenaries’ high-tech gear before they could even fire. Baron Vance stepped out of the vehicle, his presence a silent, imposing force in the chaos. He looked at Kora and her team, a faint, respectful nod touching his lips.

"Torin will handle the broadcast relays to ensure the live feed stays open to every pack in the Wilds. You take out the dampener generators in the north tower." "Consider it done," Maeve said, a feral, ruthless smirk spreading across her lips as her runes flared silver. "Nobody messes with our family's legacy again." The heavy double doors of the armory hissed open, and Rhys stepped inside. He was dressed in dark Starfall tactical leathers, his broad frame filling the doorway like a mountain of shadowed iron. The newly calibrated **Apex Relic** prototype sat flush against his massive chest—a seamless weave of matte-black titan-steel and polished moonstone conduits that hummed with a low, ter

"Kaelor?" Aradaa stumbled forward. The figure was huge, suspended in a central pod of luminescent slime. It was a beast, but not the one Aradaa knew. This version was "Optimized." Glowing blue interface tubes were stitched into his spine and neck, pulsing with the ship's data. His fur was matted with scales, and his muscles had been warped to withstand the crushing weight of the trench. "Kaelor, wake up! It’s me!" Aradaa slammed his gloved hand against the glass.

It felt like he was hugging a humanoid phone on vibration. Luckily, they found the door to the kids’ dormitory. Florence was promptly led inside. After telling her not to come out, Javier took a deep breath, lifted his stick, and headed toward the ghost. “Tonight is the night when the Ace at the Apex—otherwise known as me—defeats a ghost!” he proclaimed in the corridor.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

I stepped out of the truck, the Red Blood in my veins thrumming in a violent, sympathetic vibration with the red light in her eyes. "She’s the 'Optimized' you," Fenris said, stepping up beside me, his broadsword humming with a low, blue anti-matter charge. "The Architects kept a backup of your neural map before you merged with the Shadow. They stripped away the 'errors'—the empathy, the grief, the love. They left the weapon." The 01-B Elara didn't speak with her mouth. Her voice was a broadcast, vibrating through the very iron in our blood. *"Anomaly detected. Retrieval of Prime-Link initiated. All secondary biomass is slated for termination."*

"I think I'll go find him. Enjoy yourself tonight." I smiled at Nwabueze as Adam and I walked away. "Who was that?" I asked. "Nwabueze Oghojafor," Adam replied. "He's the Beta Superior over the African packs, based in Nigeria. His father, Orabueze, is the Alpha." I nodded. "He seemed nice." "He is," Adam said, waving at someone. "He and his father are very close allies of ours." "I thought Europe was your closest ally?" I asked, lowering my voice.

He didn’t wait for the cars to move aside for him, but instead quickly cut through them taking advantage of his vehicles superior handling. “Guns optimal” piped the AI, seemingly reading his mind. The armor casing lifted itself to block his person, a video screen showing the road was all he needed to keep driving. As he neared his location the scanners marked several threats at his arrival point. “Sirens on, prime guns.”