Battle Blades Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

Zephyrus’ POV “Attack them,” snarled Felixe and his warriors rushed forward, baring their fangs, ready for war. “Go Lucerians, defend our pack and motherland,” I yelled at my warriors. They all surged ahead to face the encroaching warriors while I, Stavros, and Homer, my Delta, went on a killing spree, facing his skilled warriors fearlessly. It wasn’t an arduous task for me. A bite or a scratch from my sharp claws was enough to kill them.

He released his grip on his sword hilt, placing both the blade and its scabbard on the ground. "You’re surrendering?" Adrian mushed. "I hope you will spare my life." After uttering these words, Caleb realized he had perhaps overestimated his love for combat in the past. He thought he was like Adrian, one who would valiantly engage in battle. Yet now, he found himself begging for mercy and relinquishing his most treasured possessions. What lay on the ground was not just his weapon, but also his fervor for combat. "You should very much hope so as you are of no use to me," Adrian replied with a faint smile, using his Fight Force to summon the blade from the ground into his hands. Engraved at th

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.

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.

A massive Golden Baboon with six arms and huge fangs resembling chilling machetes moved forward to ram against Black Lightning. Ding Hao rushed toward the Golden Baboon without dodging. Just when he was about to reach the baboon, he gripped one of Black Lightning's front bumpers, pulling out a silver bumper with a backhand. A cold light burst out. It turned out to be a long gigantic sword.

"What is that?" Eryndor closed his eyes. "I prayed I'd never hear that sound again as long as I lived." The First Blade flared with silver light so sudden Ariana almost lost her grip on it. It wasn't reacting to the Primordial Darkness anymore. It was reacting to something underneath it. *** The Primordial Darkness smiled, slow and knowing. "You've spent your whole lives fighting soldiers." It pointed one massive hand toward the cracking pillar. "You've spent centuries afraid of me."

He said rubbing her shoulders. "Noah!" She croaked and hiccuped as she cried with all her heart. "He doesn't d-deserve that!" She stuttered and wiped her tears holding his only bracelet that fell. "I know Mia, he doesn't deserve that." BLAZE VIEW. Blaze was in his human form, fighting off the rogue warrior in one second, he ripped their head off with anger and his eyes glaring at nowhere. There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy.

We had all fully responded to our primal nature and were ready for a vicious encounter. After a long pause that entailed all of us getting into combat positions and staring deep at each other, Elijah finally spoke. "You can take her! She is an abomination like you anyways" said Elijah, after which he told his werewolves to stand down and immediately, they all stepped back.

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.

Madam Amelia asked. “My plan was to render her powers useless.” I diplomatically said. Though, as I did, I felt the copper dagger I had bought with me. The one I was going to stab into her heart. The real answer, yes, I was going to kill her daughter. Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me.