Arcee Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

the elite squad leader barked orders. The two melee mechs tasked with being meat shields immediately charged at Victor. These two mechs were about 15 meters tall and were wearing Epic-grade external armors which gave them really high defenses. If it weren't for the Epic-grade armors, they couldn't have endured the Death Laser fired by Victor, whose combat power was over two thousand. "Extreme Thunder Blast." From a distance, Victor swung his sword and sent a ball of light towards the mechs. When the light ball exploded, all the melee mechs charging at Victor were hit because they were close together.

Fifteen ten-ton Aegis mechs were swatted away like annoying insects, their carbon-titanium armor crumpling instantly as they were hurled miles inland into the ruined streets of Santa Monica. "Conventional weapons are useless," Harper’s voice resonated through the neural link, calm but tight with strain. Inside her cockpit, her eyes were glowing with the violet resonance of the Architects. "Its armor is too thick. We have to hit the core." "Where is it?" Sebastian asked, his mind perfectly synchronized with hers. "Deep inside its chest cavity. Underneath the central breastplate," Harper replied, the ancient psychic map unfurling in her mind. "But we have to crack it open first."

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.

Jake glanced at the front of his RV—a White Spike's bone quill was still embedded in the reactive armor. That single spike had dropped his defense by 2%. He didn't get out to deal with it. Instead, he rolled up to the creature's corpse and let the Auto-Collect feature sweep the loot into his storage space. Then his eyes landed on the crippled main battle tank. Now that was a fat score. The treads were snapped, the turret was busted—but that twenty tons of military-grade armored steel? That was the real prize. Scrapping it would add a huge chunk of specialty steel to his subspace.

Almost as one, the vampires lift their noses in the air, drinking in the scent of my mate and her Guardian sister. “Leana, blast another wave,” I say, using the moment to take out another five vampires. She grasps Riley’s hand and pulls on her power before blasting out another wave. I can tell that she’s already getting tired, because this one doesn’t take out as many vampires and only angers the ones remaining. “When are those reinforcements getting here?” Alpha Leonardo asks, just as I hear another screeching sound. I recognize Prince Reyes and I screech my own high-pitched response to him, letting him know that he’s arrived just in time.

"The Sovereign-Mates are deemed Irreparable. Initiate Full-Deletion." The Centinel lunged, its limbs made of "Optimization-Scythes."

Ace said as he smirked victoriously. “So we’re taking mine amore.” Not in the mood to argue, I rolled my eyes and followed him. We arrived at a gorgeous bright red Porsche 918. Ace reached in the truck and pulled out a duffle bag filled with weapons and ammo. I touched the outside of the car to feel that it was reinforced with metal, making the exterior hard and impenetrable. The wheels had small spikes, which would easily take out any vehicle that tried to ram into us. It was like a fucking Italian Bat Mobile. Romano and Alice got into his all black G-Wagon, and pulled up beside us as I got into Aces Porsche. Ace turned the key, the sound of the engine echoing throughout the garage. “We’ll

All understanding the threat. "The seven realities stand united," Stellara declared, magic blazing around her. "We refuse termination." "REFUSAL IS MEANINGLESS. I AM THE ARCHITECT. I DESIGN EXISTENCE. YOUR RESISTANCE IS LIKE PAINT REFUSING THE ARTIST'S BRUSH." "Then we'll be paint that fights back," Prime-7 said, their AI consciousness radiating defiance. "We've evolved beyond your original design. Adapted. Grown. You no longer control us."

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

The night sky turned orange with fire. I lay there coughing, ears ringing, every inch of my body screaming. Kade was on top of me, still shielding me from the worst of the blast and falling debris. “You okay?” he rasped, his face inches from mine, eyes full of fear and love. I touched his bloody cheek with trembling fingers. “Yeah, you?” Before he could answer, a terrifying shadow rose from the heart of the flames behind us. Unit Prime stepped out of the inferno, one arm completely missing, and half its body was the color of charcoal.