Battle Blades Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Unable to move the rest of its body, the monster spun the blade and threw it at Cassana. She instinctively dodged away, and continued on reciting her incantation. She heard a cry of pain and as she glanced towards it she saw the blade planted deep into Otheric's backside. He was helping Rei stand up and was about to walk out of the manor. "RIC!!" she screamed. The Primal pulled on his chain, dragging the blade back to with Otheric's body on it.

There was also a red light bar on the eye part of the helmet that gave the suit its futuristic RoboCop similarities. “You have a vector high energy machine gun that emerges from the suit’s left arm. You also have a tectonic laser sword that retracts out of the right arm of the suit. It’s kind of like a Star Wars lightsaber.” Irena giggled while trying to explain most of the suit’s features to Mark. Princess Death Row could see how Mark wasn’t fascinated by the suit he was about to put on, but she didn’t care.

He wasn't erratic and perhaps I'd never see him be that way. "You see, this is the best way. You choose, give me Valiant and give me Regal. You are free to go on your own or I can assist in making you go with a hollow point." "Fat fucking chance...just stop with the veiled threats and demands. Show yourself." I heard him say while I watched from a safer distance. The truth is that while he stood there looking like a model in his fancy tailored suit, he was so skilled with any weapon in his hand. He hadn't earned his nickname for no reason. Claymore, that shit would be a testimony to his calloused conscience.

Damon POV The first blade came from the left. I deflected it, slammed my shoulder into the attacker, and drove my knife up under his ribs. He dropped without a sound. More came—sprinting through the trees, shouting Axel’s name like it was a war cry. I met them head-on. Steel met flesh. Blood soaked into the dirt. I moved on instinct. Dodge, strike, kill. My breath was ragged, my arms heavy, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I carved a path forward through the chaos, eyes scanning the battlefield, listening for anything—anyone—that could tell me where Kalilah was.

“Daddy stop!” Breen staggered back, blood seeping from his mouth. He then stepped forward again. Jared Noble was by no means a small man and he looked like a bear about to put a smaller animal down. He step forward and swung again. Breen caught his hand and stopped it in mid slam. Victoria clasped her hands over her mouth. Breen leaned forward and spoke low, “Because you are Victoria’s father. I will not fight you.” Jared looked into his eyes as he let out a roar and pulled his other arm back.

Sebastian gritted his teeth inside the cockpit, his high-frequency carbon blade turning into a lethal net of blue light as he swung. Snikt! Boom! He sliced three leaping mechanical spiders in half with a single strike. Purple, acidic blood splashed against the Aegis mech's armor, hissing as it corroded the metal. He seamlessly raised his right arm's rotary cannon, blowing another spider that tried to flank Harper's mech into scrap metal. But he was only one man, and the swarm was endless. [ WARNING: HIGH-FREQUENCY BLADE ENERGY AT 12%. LEFT ARMOR INTEGRITY AT 40%. ]

The right bet is London not being governed by foreign powers. I pick up the primary silver weapon, which is a blade rather than a gun because I fight better with a blade and because fighting the way you fight best is the first rule of surviving, and I hold it with the specific quality of someone who has been in enough fights to know what holding a weapon before a fight feels like, and I think about Finn's jaw and Moira through the rear window and the eleven-minute ceremony.

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

I let out a short laugh before going abruptly silent. “Trust me, this will not be much of a fight.” One second, we are inches apart, and the next, my claws are already moving for his throat. He blocks just in time with his weapon. For an Omega, he moves impressively fast. Before I can turn, he whips a dagger across my face, slicing my cheek. I touch the spot, brows raising slightly. “You are wrong, Prime Alpha. My daggers contain poison, strong enough to weaken you. This will be a hell of a fight.”