Cybertronian Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

"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 had a long neck connected to two spiny bodies with appendages of different proportions, all of which bore sharp spikes and ended in talons. Vincent spoke an inaudible sound which seems to be its name. “Incapacitate them,” he ordered it. “AS YOU DESIRE” answered the creature with a voice coming from deep underground. Long appendages suddenly burst out, pinning the 4 assailants to the walls. Octavius, quick on his feet, was able to dodge the spiked arms, he even ripped one of them off. “Good, but not enough!” hissed the youngest Morell, making a meal out of the severed appendage.

“Mommy! It’s cold! The quiet uncle is gone!” The emergency lights flickered on—not the white light of the Watchers, but a terminal, necrotic red. Ryan stood ten feet away, his bio-synthetic face half-melted, the machine underneath exposed by the power surge. He looked like a nightmare. He looked like the logic I had once trusted, now revealed to be a graveyard. “You broke heaven, Phoenix,” Ryan whispered, his bionic eye spinning frantically. “No,” I said, drawing my silver blade, the metal glowing gold with the resonance of three dead Primes.

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

][ ACTIVATING DEFENSE PROTOCOL. From the shadows of the server racks, droids emerged. Not the clumsy security bots. These were Spider-Tanks. Fast, agile, with machine guns mounted on their backs. "Jack! Hold them off!" Sebastian yelled. "Kenji! Jack in! Kill the upload!" Jack dropped the plushie. He pulled out a grenade launcher (hidden inside the plushie).THUMP. The first grenade hit a Spider-Tank. BOOM. "Eat this, you metal crabs!"

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

CRUNCH. A massive Titan-Class Droid stepped through the breach. It was twelve feet of reinforced steel and hydraulic rage, armed with a rotary cannon. "Target: The Hackers," The Titan’s synthesized voice boomed. "No!" Aurora threw a telekinetic shield up, but the Titan’s mass was too great. It smashed through her shield with a casual backhand, sending Aurora flying into a server rack. "Aurora!" Kael screamed. He charged the Titan, risking his life to jam his electrified baton into its knee joint.

"Tobin! Deploy the secondary asset!" Tobin materializes instantly from the rear compartment of the command transport, his hands efficiently unfolding a lightweight, high-tech carbon wheelchair. He steps directly into my path, bowing his head with absolute, unyielding dominion discipline. "Please, Master Afolayan, deposit your weight into the seat structure. The warlord commands it." My arms cross tightly over my chest, my voice hitting a stubborn, defensive register. "The diagnostic scans indicated simple surface abrasions on my joints, Tobin. My leg bones are completely intact."

Upon hearing his words, a few men nodded their heads in agreement and fixed their eyes on the lipsticks. Suddenly, someone shouted out, "Hey, look over there! It's Transformers! Megatron! Optimus Prime!" The person who had shouted got so excited that his voice broke. The organizer grinned and said, "This is a one-to-one customized model we got from Universal Studios. It fits one person inside. "Would anyone here like to have a go at controlling Optimus Prime?" Most of the men present raised their hands eagerly. "Me!" While they usually got to see Optimus Prime at Universal Studios, they could only take photos of it.

Optimus repeated, making its way to the terrified kids who were now calm because they’re both with their mother. “I thought you’re both big now?” Lexi teased and they both shook their heads, “it’s not going to hurt you.” She assured them and they gave her the ‘how would you know that’ look until I assured that Optimus wouldn’t. They responded to Optimus' greetings and even introduced themselves to it and the rest of breakfast went on with them asking multiple questions about Optimus and why I had him. “I work in tech and I made Optimus when I thought I wanted to go into creating robots.” I answered, they were awed and Cassian was floored.