Battle Blades Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

She didn’t look at me. “I don’t trust you right now,” she said, her voice shaking. “And I can’t lose you.” Taurus laughed, low and booming. “How sweet. The little one thinks she can stop me.” Pelin stepped forward, placing herself fully between us. “You talk too much,” she snapped. Taurus lowered his horns and charged. So Pelin moved. She ducked under the swing of his club, rolled across the cracked stone, and came up behind him in one fluid motion. The hellblade flashed once, a clean arc of red light.

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

The backdoor Damian had embedded had been triggered by Prime’s own arrogance. The temporary tyranny was collapsing from within. Prime roared, lunging for Alex. Damian broke the restraints—weakened by the illusion’s failure—and tackled him. The fight was brutal—mirror images clashing in savage symmetry. Alex freed himself, grabbing a fallen guard’s pistol. He fired. The shot caught Prime in the shoulder. The clone staggered. Damian drove his knife into Prime’s chest. The clone gasped, eyes wide with shock. “You… were always better at this than me.”

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

The others stand behind them, waiting for their moment to shift and fight. 'Oh, look, Hope, Alpha Maximus has come to save you! Too bad he won't survive!' Alpha Tate laughs. He has Hope pressed against his chest with a knife held at her throat. I snarl and break a wolf's neck throwing him into the pack members. I’m covered in multiple bites, wounds, scratches and cuts. 'Maximus!' Hope screams.

Fortunately, he was a cultivator as he would be long dead if he were a warrior. "This guy —" Omar gritted his teeth. This was the first time he had to reveal his Blade of Wind as soon as he fought an opponent. The Three-Tailed Fox seemed to be just waving his claws randomly, but Omar's hands immediately felt numb, and he almost could not hold his swords right.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

“This is our fight, all of us. We either rise together or fall alone.” Ryu’s form shimmered, shifting between man and beast in a display of primal power that set the earth beneath us trembling. His roar was a challenge hurled into the heart of darkness, a promise that he would tear down any force daring to threaten what little freedom we had clawed back. I mirrored his resolve, stepping beside him, my own aura flaring brighter until I was a beacon of light against the encroaching shadows.

So, yeah, he’s also a badass, it just looks different than my form of badassery. Our youngest brother Dax is currently the pack’s Lead Warrior, which means he works closely with Gamma Bree in running trainings and sparring sessions, and with me when it comes to battle strategy. Thanks to my parents’ leadership, leadership which I at least hope I’m carrying on, there’s been little reason for the latter, but I like knowing that I have one of my brothers, someone whom I trust implicitly, in that role. And, my parents, while retired, still live on pack lands while they enjoy their retirement. So, I’m really very lucky. But it’s still not the same as what I see Cayden has with Zella or Bree has w

"They are obviously all from the past." Brodi nodded and chewed the inside of his cheek in thought. His Beta was right, but why were they here? And how had so many made the journey? Suddenly, a battle cry had their heads jerking up just in time to see a tall, platinum-blonde woman come rushing at them, a dagger raised to strike. Brodi stepped to the side and disarmed her, but it was not without effort. She was strong and she fought his hold like a wild thing.