Dinobot Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

“Alister is fine, okay, he’s like family-ish, still going to supervise him but he’s fine. But you reminded me of the snake dude and those two bastards I sadly didn’t have a chance to kill because demon daddy ruins my fun. Four, Sarah, there’s four men who want to touch my baby.” “She’s twenty-one.” Sarah tries, albeit weakly. I turn so fast I almost give myself a whiplash. “She’s Optimus. She’s a tiny robot I named and last I checked, robots don’t get railed by a football team, for fuck’s sake! And you’re so goddamn calm,” I add and point a finger at her, “you don’t care our baby is going to be poked with dicks!” She arches an eyebrow, “excuse me?”

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

][ 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!"

Ali and Nathan released their wings while Ibrahim transformed into a fully massive lion. “Can… Can I bring my own pet?” Shadow nodded. “Phwet!!!” Juviana called her own ride. Dum! Dum! Dum! Loud steps echoed through the forest that they were residing in. an expected ride came forward. “Is that…” Ali admired it. “Wow.” Nathan inevitably compared his body with that thing. “A T-rex.” Ibrahim’s jaw slacked open. “A dinosaur, for real?” Shadow gushed over it with a highly interested complexion.

While every member of the army was working hard to build their future home, there were two shiny cocoons in the middle of their lot guarded by rats and their little golems. They were Lorne mowers II and Ben Dover II, and as their mothers, were brood mothers too. David needed tanks and attackers to start hunting, and the solution was simple: plated rhinos and blood vultures. Bone vultures would not be as useful as their red cousin, so Upton was spared of the role.

"Yes. Like that." Louis studied Theo through the window with serious eyes. "He has dinosaurs too." "He does." "Maybe we have the same ones." Louis looked at his own patrol formation, considering. "I have the Ankylosaurus. Does he have the Ankylosaurus?" "I'm not sure," I said, though I was fairly certain he did. The set had included one. "That's important," Louis said, apparently to himself, and returned to watching. I turned back to Theo.

“Max, we're reading a dinosaur story. Why Optimus Prime all of a sudden?” Max shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just curious. Why Autobots can talk?” I rubbed my face. “Honey, Autobots are alien robots. They are not a normal car.” “But they're trucks and cars, Mommy!” Max argued. “So, if ordinary cars and trucks are given alien engines, they can talk?” “Maxime... your brain works too hard for sleep.” Max giggled again, then tilted his head. “But Mommy... if you could choose, what would you be, T-Rex or Optimus Prime?”

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou

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.