Human 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.

He looked down at himself showing me the evidence of how wounded he was. Useless beings. "He wouldn't stop firing sir." He complained. "Did you see a woman with him?" I asked when the ambulance arrived to take them. " Yes but it seems she was unconscious." "What!" "I said she was unconscious." He replied lamely. " I heard you the first time." I snapped and jogged to the car. "Good evening sir!" An officer greeted me. I nodded and asked. "Found anything?" "Just these." He showed me a pair of heels.

Their mechas would begin taking significant damage if they continued to tank the damage this way. "Maybe we could try to communicate with-" Tatsuya's speech got cut off when Aimi drew the first blood. It stunned everyone and caused them to take some damage to their mecha. Only Naoko who had BaoBao as her backup continued unscathed. "It's not human, go all out!" Naoko and Aimi instructed at the same time and the boys obeyed without missing a beat. The dead body of the human that wore animal skin as clothes had morphed into a lanky grey-haired monkey with human proportions. Its wide open lifeless black beady eyes had no pupils and its open mouth revealed rows of teeth that resembled a shark's.

The two Bloody Red Humanoid figures were perfectly identical. One of the two Identicals came forward and started talking "I've already restored your health, and your strength should now be back to normal. You see. Normally, I should've killed you already, but you've said something that caught my attention. You called yourself the 'God Of War', haha." The Identical laughed gently, then continued

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.

Unused. "No. You're better than a weapon. You're proof. Proof that humanity can evolve beyond its limitations. Beyond pain. Beyond death. Beyond everything that makes us weak." He straightens. Checks his watch. "We're done for today. Six hours. Excellent data collected. Subject 1 Prime has exceeded all projections." He signals to the nurses. They begin unfastening Emma's restraints. Her wrists are raw. Bleeding. Her body is covered in wounds. Cuts. Injection sites. Biopsy marks.

I raise a hand "I will go out on a date with you" he jumped like he just won a fucking lottery, I didn't know it was going to mean that much to him "thank you so much" he appreciates I responded with a small "where is Eric, you both are always together" I asked, I haven't seen him since I got here "he is my beta which means second in command, he just found his mate so he is with her" "is she also a human-like me" "fortunately no, she is a werewolf from another pack"

And if he fixed them all, he wouldn't be a boy anymore. He would be a utility. A machine. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice steady. "The Prime is in containment. He cannot be disturbed." "But he healed you!" the woman cried, grabbing my hand the perfect, unscarred hand Leo had restored. "I saw the broadcast! He fixed your hand!" "That was different," I lied. "That was... combat triage. "He's a god!" the woman screamed as the guards gently pulled her away. "He belongs to

"What if I can't? What if I'm too far gone?" "I was Subject 0001. Perfect weapon. Complete programming. Absolutely certain I was too far gone to be human. And I was wrong. If I can find humanity, anyone can. Even you. Especially you." Subject 0217—whose real name was Park Min-seok—cried. Real tears. Human response. Proof that weapon programming wasn't complete. That humanity survived enhancement. That choice remained. "Help me," he whispered. "Please. Help me be human." "Always," Yuri said. "That's what we do. Help weapons become people. Help people stay human. Help everyone find a choice even when it seems impossible."

My hopes that they will go upstairs to Liam's office are dashed when he and Sam walk into the kitchen. Shirtless. And sweaty. Lord have mercy. Liam's biceps are bulging, his pectorals taught and his six pack is chiseled. He has that v thing that always looks painted on the guys in magazines, but is very much so real on him. Then there's a smattering of dark hair trailing from his belly button down into his pants like the cherry on top of the sex sundae. Sam is almost as impressive as his muscles ripple under the faint sheen of sweat covering his body.