Humanized Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

he said assuring me. Slowly I nodded my head. "Well its confirmed than. We officially have a Luna Queen." the elder told everyone. "She is HUMAN." We heard a voice boom from across the room. The voice sent chills down my spine and I knew than that it was him. I saw dark figure walking towards us. It was him. The moment I saw his face, I felt my heart break. His face consisted of distaste and anger. Towards me. I flinched when I saw that. I can't believe my own mate is looking at me like that. The elder beside me spoke.

I screeched "I know you will but please stop sending me mind links when I go talk to a human, they stare at me weird" "Since when do you care, " I asked "Since now, the parents are not at home when I got there but that guy you talked to earlier, I can see it in his ey a that he is desperate to get his sister back home, you can use him to your advantage for now," he told me "Humans can't be trusted" I remind him

The old Drogar was immediately taken aback. His eyes went wide as her words sunk in. “A Human Reborn?” said the old Drogar. “Are you sure? I thought we were the only ones graced with your kind.” “Maybe if you watched more trash ‘Casts, you would have seen for yourself. So switch it back, so we can all see for ourselves.” The old Drogar shook as he ejected the disc out the screen, and set it back to the previous OmniCast. On it, Eva continued to rile up the anti-human Drogar to near mouth-foaming anger.

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.

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

"Breathe." I gasped for air, clutching his shirt. He felt solid. Real. But terrifying. "You're a monster," I whispered. "Yes," he agreed. "I am." He pulled back to look at me. His eyes were human again, but the intensity remained. "The man who attacked you... he was a Rogue. A wolf who lost his pack, lost his mind to the animal side. He bit you." Levi’s hand moved to my shoulder, his thumb tracing the fabric over the scar.

" I asked immediately. "We can't take this home; it seems we would have to find our way by ourselves, one more reason I would never rely on human technology," Alpha Herveaux responded. We walked for a while, and I was getting tired. "Come here," he uttered. He bent down and carried me on his back. "When we get out, you can transform, or, I’ll take you home with me," he responded. I didn’t fully understand, but he was carrying me, and I was relieved.

That long-gone girl. Whereas, aside from being more handsome, stunningly so, Cassius was unchanged. He looked just like the brother she believed dead in 1722. But time had no effect on vampires, except to make them more attractive. He was still the Cassius she remembered, he didn't change

My heart aches at the sight, and I see Matt and Kim approach him with somber expressions, their eyes filled with sorrow and respect for the fallen. Just then, my dad lands nearby with a soft thud, his powerful form shifting gracefully back into that of a human. The transformation is both jarring and awe-inspiring, reminding me of the strength that we possess as a united force. One of the other warriors, still panting from the exertion, rushes over and hands my dad a pair of shorts, a practical gesture amidst the chaos—a reminder of the humanity we fight to protect in a world that often feels so wild and unforgiving.

MINTHE Death * * * I stare at the glowing letters, then at the smug expression on the brat’s face. All this time . . . he wasn’t a separate person. He had simply shifted back into his human form the moment the doctor left him alone. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I whisper, my voice flat. “I risked a broken neck for a teenager with an attitude problem.” “Hey, I didn’t ask you to jump out of a window onto my spine,” he retorts, crossing his arms over his chest.