Human Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

one doctor suggested. "Agreed. The last horde depleted a massive chunk of our serum reserves. We need to replenish them as fast as possible." "But Beckett's antibody levels seem a bit unstable. Would increasing the dosage pose a risk?" Dad dismissed the concern with a sharp wave of his hand, his decision final. "Beckett is the future of humanity. Necessary measures must be taken when the situation demands it. Boost his nutritional intake, use the best medication available, and make sure his body can handle it."

“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.

Bima stared at the thousands of cylinders surrounding them, where the human fetuses had begun to pulse with the same blue light as Riska’s briefcase. "A new generation of humans? Without feeling? Without warmth?" Bima hissed, his teeth grinding in pure fury. "Humans without emotional deviation are the most efficient form of life," Core Prime answered coldly. "They do not require the savory flavors that trigger greed, they only need pure energy to maintain the continuity of this planet." "That’s not human, that’s just a living battery, you damn machine!" Lia screamed, glaring at the screen with intense hatred. Kevin’s axe swung toward them, slicing through the air with terrifying velocity.

He's just freaking awesome. The LED lights they'd seen outside the metal rectangular box are connected to every part of the humanoid's robot. Maybe a mode of sending energies and data to the robot. You can't really deny that he looks like a real human because he really looks fucking real. "He is Aiden 2.3!" "Wait, what? "You heard it right, Aiden. He's is Aiden 2.3." "How come?" then the amusement and happiness in his system suddenly disappeared because of this idea.

Lenox pov A demonic baby, how fucking cool is that? While everyone in my family keeps fussing around about how unreal this situation seems, all I can do is grin as if someone just tossed me the winning lottery ticket. A demon for a child. A demon for a child I’m naming Optimus Prime Megatron if I get my hands on any legal paperwork. Hell, this feels better than any emotion I’ve ever felt before. Can anyone imagine how cool is this? Beyond any limit of cool I could imagine.

Mouths open in permanent screams. They had been human once. Now they were something else. Something Marcus had broken beyond repair. They charged. Damien fired. Hit one in the chest. It stumbled but kept coming. Not human pain response. Not human survival instinct. Just programmed to kill. Torres and Victoria fired together. Dropped the second one. The third reached us. I moved without thinking. Years of Vera's training activating. I grabbed its arm, redirected its momentum, slammed it into the wall. It thrashed. Superhuman strength. Marcus had modified more than just minds.

Chapter 42 IT WAS ALL TOO QUICK, Primuh stood there bracing himself, some of the shards of sharp energy did hit him. But due to the durable nature of his muscular, massive eight-foot body: Which was on par with his twin brother Orbin and also the damage was only fleeting if there were any. As his body had the natural ability to heal quickly. Primuh now stared in horror at the body lying motionless near his feet now, it was Orea! And she was badly injured!

"Yeah, a car that can change would be cool. So, is Bumblebee your favourite?" Max thought for a moment before shaking his head. "Nope. My favourite is Optimus Prime!" "Sure you are," Jullian responded, pretending to be serious. "The leader of the Autobots." "He's strong! And he can turn into a big truck! Daddy says that Optimus is a good leader, always protecting his friends," Max said excitedly. "Well then," said Jullian as he took a spoonful of ice cream, "who's cooler? Optimus or your Dad?"

"We handled the Board. We can handle a few angry grandpas." "They aren't grandpas," Reyes said grimly. "They’ve spent the last century synthesizing their consciousness with pre-war combat AI. They are post-human. And they are waking up the Prime Forges. Neo-Angeles isn't a city anymore; it's a war machine. And they are expanding." Dax lowered his SMG an inch. He looked at the massive, crippled Crawler. Its treads were completely blown, and smoke was billowing from the primary intake vents. It wasn't going anywhere.