Novel & Cerita Is Megatron Optimus Prime's Brother

He spoke softly, "Franklin, in his youthful ignorance, committed a grave mistake involving the Eight-Armed Guardian—" His voice trailed off abruptly. Kratos, his elder brother, was a peak-stage Martial Overlord. Specifically, he was the Black Maple Organization's master. He raised his hand, asking Jackson to spare the unnecessary words. Then, hoarsely, he asked, "And him?" Franklin's body stiffened unexpectedly behind Jackson. He collapsed on his knees and crawled desperately toward Kratos, repeatedly bowing his head and sobbing, "Uncle, I'm sorry. I know my mistake now!"

Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll. At the far side of the picture was a black gate. The lines were heavy and thick, bringing to mind jail cell bars. The top of each vertical bar was set with an arrow. Wide at the base, it winnowed up to a point that looked sharp enough to draw blood. "Prime is the Creator being. Exact or precise stories of its origin have been lost over the eons. Anda and Asta, along with their other siblings, are direct descendants of the Prime. Each was given an aspect or virtue of Prime. They were to gift it to their children, so on and so forth. Everyone with me?" He looked up, catching every one of our gazes.

Instead the shorter one crosses his arms and looks at me seriously. “You need to leave now.” His voice becomes firmer. “Your world is already moving forward and there are things happening that you must not miss.” I hesitate for a moment.“But what about him?” I ask again. The taller Prime wolf sighs softly.“Our brother will handle himself.” “You should focus on your own path.” I stare at them for a few seconds. Then I slowly nod.“Okay.” They clearly do not want to talk about their third brother and honestly I do not have the energy to push further.

Now that he knew, what was the point? “Just stop,” Marcus said with a shrug. “Her brother’s a hacker. He’ll figure it out if you keep going.” Benson raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Her family’s really something else. Her eldest brother is a big-shot CEO in the US. The second one’s a senior military officer, and the third is a hacker? Damn. What about the fourth brother? What’s his deal?” Marcus shrugged, his expression indifferent. He hadn’t bothered to investigate the fourth brother, and honestly, he didn’t care.

It’s a picture of a man in a suit getting in his car. “This is Leonidas Maximilian.” Blanco Daniel nodded, “And who is he?” “He is the brother of Alexander Maximilian.” Ah, another name on his hit list. He couldn’t believe his son, Alpha of Jadong Neugdae Pack would let the Tacita Mortes Pack keep an abomination in their territory and treat it as one of their own. Turned wolves are just the worst kind of abnormal in the shifter world. “Does he know about our kind? His brother?”

I hope it’s Malleteagan or Marcellus so I can vent off the emotions brewing within me after this gut-wrenching nightmare. “Looky, looky, who we have in here, a lovely Moon mutt princess,” he gritted through his teeth. “Boss will be thrilled to see you again. Hopefully so happy to allow me to break every fucking bone in your body so that you become as crippled as my brother is now because of you,” he said, sending shivers down my spine. What’s his problem? What is he talking about? What brother? I am sure this is Norgarth, Marcellus’ first in command. But, I certainly haven’t ever met his brother, nor have I known that he has one, not to mention crippling his brother. I could sense that he wa

the first behemoth of a man asks as he picks up a brownie and takes a bite. "Yeah I was really bored" I say while gesturing to my diabetic buffet. "Oh God this is amazing! Guys try some" he says while grabbing another brownie. "What's your names? I can't keep calling you behemoth one through six in my head" I ask them as I pull out some juice and milk to wash it all down. I hear some low chuckles as behemoth numero uno says "I'm Azriel. The giant next to me demolishing the cheesecake is my older brother Atlas. The guys digging into the apple pie is my little brother Saint. The two knuckleheads tearing up those cupcakes are Stryker and Saxon. They're our cousins. Well 2 of them anyways. Final

"He is at his sister's university but he is still investigating the branches. He have killed three of your partners and imprisoned five already. I think you are the next target" After he finished talking I wasn't sure what exactly to say to him. Should I commend his knowledge and details on the situation, should I laugh at the "sister" part or should I kill him for being bold enough to remind me of the fact that I'm next on Charles list. As usual I choose the best option, I killed him. it's my favourite option, I will always choose to kill. That's why they call me Louen son of Ankou. After killing him, I proceeded to laughing. Sister my foot, I knew very well that the little princess was any

The voice questions. "Apparently," Elon answers sarcastically. "What can you tell me about your older brother?” the voice asks. Elon shrugs. “He’s my old brother.” "Rumor has it that he's no more, mowed down by your very hands." the voice alleges. "Are you on my side or on my silly brothers?" the prince questions. "I would certainly love to hear yours Elon." "My side? is that of innocent Elon, for my so called brother killed himself." Elon asserts.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”