Knightverse Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

He seems to be saying something, trying to convince her to stop perhaps, but she isn’t listening, distracted as she is by his wild eyes and blistered face. The torch catches the afflicted’s arm, and it spreads. Before I can reach her side, Melis is also caught in the flame. Pulling on the earth, I do something I promised I would never do, not while in a city full of humans. I take my true form. No longer Leon, I am Primus, the lost king of Luxandra. The remaining afflicted flee as I step forward, calling on the earth beneath our feet to smother the flames. But it’s too late. The afflicted are all truly dead and Melis lies very still.

The Crown reacts first—too fast, too desperate. Authority slams outward. The land convulses, crushing one hound beneath erupting stone—but the backlash hits me like a hammer. I drop to my knees, coughing blood as the fracture inside me widens. The Reverent’s presence flickers faintly, frustrated, unable to fully anchor through whatever interference blankets the clearing. Do not dominate, it warns weakly. “I didn’t—mean to!” I gasp. The Prime moves instantly, stepping over me, his massive form interposing itself between me and the fight. His roar splits the night, ancient and absolute.

“That’s not a nice thing to say, son. You’re lucky she’s just a baby and doesn’t understand what you’re saying yet. If Ophelia was a little older, your words would hurt her deeply.” Alister glances over his shoulder at the back seat and sighs. “The name is Optimus Prime, not Ophelia, dad. Also, I heard what the maids said. Mommy isn’t my real mommy and Optimus' dad is uncle Lenox. So, she is not my sister.” Cold shivers run down my spine as I listen to my son lay it out on me. First, an unknown sense of dread fills me, but soon, it turns into hot, seething rage that burns through my entire being.

Now, he was a little bit more resistant to the idea. “Kairos and I have…” I paused. “A connection. I think it’d be a good idea to use that as protection.” Maximus crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. “And Thorne? Your knight?” “He’s been relieved of his duties,” I mumbled. I glanced up at Valentin. He also had a raised eyebrow, apparently unaware. I shook my head at him and he simply blew out a breath of air before dropping it. Maximus, however, was beside himself. He threw his arms up in protest. “You can’t just dump your knight! You need him for protection!”

She's hot-tempered and irritable, so we'd better be careful. Qin Haodong nodded. "What about the other two men?" Lev said, "They are knights sent by the Divine Court to protect the Pontifex Maximus. One is He-Man, and the other is the Hulk. "They are just great knights. We used to be at the same level, but now I can kill both of them easily." By the time Lev finished his introduction, Alex came over with her knights. Since it was the first time Qin Haodong had seen someone from the Divine Court, he was very curious, and his eyes were fixed on Alex.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

A massive, matte-black armored vehicle—The Titan—smashed through the wreckage, its six wheels crushing the mercenaries’ barricades as if they were made of glass. The vehicle’s side hatches hissed open, and the members of the Vance Resurgence deployed with a clinical, lethal efficiency. Kaelen "Wraith" Vance and Seraphina Dubois led the charge, their "Obsidian" tech neutralizing the mercenaries’ high-tech gear before they could even fire. Baron Vance stepped out of the vehicle, his presence a silent, imposing force in the chaos. He looked at Kora and her team, a faint, respectful nod touching his lips.

He had been the top predator for thirty years, and now he was looking at his replacement. "You... you aren't supposed to have the throne yet," the Prime gasped. He raised his silver cane, but Jane didn't even turn around. She simply flicked her silver wrist. A wave of invisible force hit the Prime, slamming him back into the shadows of the tunnel. We heard his bones snap again, a wet, sickening sound.

"It has been 9 days, I have 3 weeks and that is 21 days. So far, I still have time. Lexus had a talk with my dad and I think that he is doing his best to convince him to go along with his plans. You know my dad, he is a follower of laws but Dad loves me too so he told Lexus that I went to a little vacation for a while to have some time to reflect on what is happening with my life." "You know what, I think Lexus cannot claim you now. The Prince Alpha already acknowledged you as his Luna snd the realm has now come to know your name as Primce Knight's Luna. Lexus is an Alpha of a kingdom but Knight is a prince of the realm. Your mate is more powerful than your ex." I actually thought about that

The backdoor Damian had embedded had been triggered by Prime’s own arrogance. The temporary tyranny was collapsing from within. Prime roared, lunging for Alex. Damian broke the restraints—weakened by the illusion’s failure—and tackled him. The fight was brutal—mirror images clashing in savage symmetry. Alex freed himself, grabbing a fallen guard’s pistol. He fired. The shot caught Prime in the shoulder. The clone staggered. Damian drove his knife into Prime’s chest. The clone gasped, eyes wide with shock. “You… were always better at this than me.”