Dinobots Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

Dorian screamed. We dove sideways. We rolled behind a stack of crates. Dorian hit the detonator. BOOM. The explosion shook the entire hangar. The robot’s leg sheared off at the knee. Metal twisted and snapped. The Reaper Prime toppled. It crashed to the floor with a sound like a collapsing building. It was down. But it was not dead. The upper torso was still active. It dragged itself across the floor using its arms. The Gatling guns spun up again. It was crawling toward us like a mechanical zombie.

By specialty you mean? "Oh! Let me explain Felix boi." Alex chimed in with a slightly excited tone. "It's like this~ Mike is our leader so he leads the team, deciding on what to do next and what not to do. He's the bravest among all of us. He's also good with those Ouija boards. He uses EMF (electromagnetic field) sensors most of the time."

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

Daniel's voice closer now, right outside Junior's room. "I slept with Optimus but now he's gone! I looked everywhere but can't find him!" Alina stood at her bedroom door, hand still on the handle, listening with growing dread. Optimus Prime. The Transformers robot Alina had given Junior three years ago. The toy Junior took everywhere. That he hugged every night. That he considered his protector. Gone. "Maybe it fell under the bed," Daniel's voice trying to be calm. "Or in the bathroom. Let's look together."

“Sure.” We took a seat in the living room while waiting for Jaykee to come out. He was indeed bringing out with him a huge toy robot. “Who’s this, Jaykee?” Ara asked, stroking the robot’s head. “Bumble Bee.” “Oh, how cute!” I exclaimed, but honestly, I knew nothing about toy robots. “Yeah. One of the Transformer models,” Ara replied.

Neriah POV I left Heritage Mall with the warrior. He bought a sampler box of fudge. There were six different kinds. I stuck it in my bag. I don’t want to have to share it with Jemisha. By share, I mean she will take it, and Father and Regina will encourage it. Ambrose kept texting me, saying that the livestream for Jemisha is dramatic and over the top. I told him to keep watching because I got her a gift. It will put her in a corner and allow me to start exposing my father and Regina in front of an audience.

Opening his backpack, Anderson pulled out a big, box-like contraction with a material Hanson quickly recognised to be the QED. “This is your robot?” he asked, with an arched brow. Anderson was expecting that, so he smiled and dropped the contraption on the floor. “Surprise, surprise,” said he, pressing the button at its centre with a deep press by his thumb. Before anyone could scream “Jack Robinson!”, the box made a quick transformation into a human-sized robot; Enboe-21. “This. . .” said Elizabeth with a shaky finger. Without wasting any time, Andy began to speak:

In a flash they spread out, wings flashing electricity, the group watching from above forgotten, Obiora was right, this is what they do best. Binta worked her body into a blur, blitzed forward to meet the charging machines and dropped the first set of drones in a blast of electricity as Obiora charged the group of giant robots pounding the first in line into matchwood and then hurled the ruined metal unto it's mates. Babybaby leapt on Shettima’s back as he rendered both of them intangible while a cyborg cat leaping for them crashed through them against another cat Orchid had frozen into popsicle.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

Now, they were a High-Density Botnet. "Twelve thousand units," Caleb whispered, his voice still raspy from the "Alpha Prime" extraction. He stood at my left, his new charcoal-grey tactical armor reflecting the emerald glow of the room. "They aren't marching, Sereia. They're moving in a Perfect Sync. No radio chatter, no supply lines. It’s like they’re all running on the same clock." I zoomed in on a cluster of signals crossing the Tundra Line. The resolution sharpened, showing a battalion of Alliance infantry. They weren't wearing traditional gear. They were draped in white, translucent polymers that hummed with a clinical light—the same light as the Maintainers.