Humanized Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

She whispered before passing out. I flew up to the roof of the helipad and gently set my love down upon the pad. Then I looked around and noticed him. Rob. The man who tormented my mate for far too long. I made a low growl deep in my throat and allowed smoke to escape my nostrils. He looked terrified at seeing me. Suddenly I decide I want to face this man as a man. As I shifted back to my human form his eyes grew big and the gun in his hand begins to shake.

Just like any Alpha should. I bowed my head in shame, wishing I could somehow go back in time and fix this. Zavian, sensing my distraught, walks closer to me, pulling me into a firm embrace. I lean my head on his neck as he holds me against his chest, allowing me to cry the tears for my city that once was.

There is no way I would admit something like that, just for her to go spread rumours about me, the Queen. I shook my head, my lips in a thin line, "No, Rose, nothing like that. I just need to know something from the girl." I Said, hoping she'd buy it. "She looks like she's the same age as you, probably older, so stop referring to her as 'the girl' and Stop acting all high and mighty, it's okay to be anxious, it's okay to feel, you are half-human with a wolf. To hurt is not a crime, to feel is not a crime, but to be something that you're not that is a crime. " I pouted at her long speech. No matter how twisted my mind is, I'd never disrespect an older woman, especially Rose. After all, she is

Great job. ***Atlas*** The sassy 5ft human turned around to say something, and like I suspected, her frail looking legs gave way on the wet floor, and she let out a soft yelp as she fell. Purely, and I mean purely out of instinct, I was at her side in seconds, gripping her waist and pulling her back towards me to stop the fall. And I wish I didn't. Her lavender and citrus scent invaded my nostrils again, making my wolf purr in delight.

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.

It was a world alive with possibilities, where the ordinary and the extraordinary coexisted. As I watched, the werewolves shed their human forms like a second skin, revealing their true essence. The transformation was nothing short of miraculous – limbs elongated, muscles rippled, and fur sprouted in a mesmerizing dance of metamorphosis. It was as if they were embracing their primal selves with an exuberant joy that was contagious.

He knew how strict Klayton was. Zuno smiled. “I am fine with that. Happiness of my own made robots is more important. I know that you really want to be a human. And now you’re 99% human.” Zuno said while facing the view from the rooftop. Kaizer looked away. “Um, yeah, you are right. I still have to charge like a robot, yet I am immortal.” Kaizer replied. Zuno turned to him and faced Kaizer. He then showed Kaizer’s ring. “Here, I will return it to you.” Zuno said.

When they expected him to fight fair— Well, he had never fought fair in his life. "There!" Ben pointed toward a heavy door at the end of a corridor. "That's the access point to the lower levels! If we can get through—" The door opened before we could reach it. The thing that stepped through had once been human. Maybe. It had a human's basic shape—two arms, two legs, a head. But every inch of its body had been replaced with machinery. Chrome plating where skin should be. Optical sensors where eyes should be. Weapons integrated directly into its limbs, humming with contained violence.

A collective. A hive speaking in unison. Adrian stepped forward slightly. “You should be dead,” he said. A pause. Then “I was,” the hive replied. “Briefly. The convoy parted And he appeared. Thomas Stain. But not the man they had known. Not entirely. His body was partially human—his upper torso still recognizably him—but fused into a mechanical chassis that extended beneath him like a throne made of moving parts. Neural cables threaded into his spine, his arms, his skull.

Without a doubt, the two of them were spotted as soon as they entered the place. "Humans?" The Rank 6 Zombie smirked. A zombie would gain the ability to converse in human language the moment it became a Rank 6 Zombie. The Rank 6 Zombie looked like the Titan Lucas used to play in Crossfire back in Hatton. His height was over three meters, and just a glance from it was enough to exert immense pressure on a person. Broom! The Rank 6 Zombie jumped down from the abandoned car and stared at Lucas and Rae coldly.