Megatron Vs Optimus Prime Transformers Prime Novels & Stories

To him, they weren't family; they were competitors that were no longer a problem. The lack of emotion that purebloods seemed to operate with concerned me. Adam was the only one whom I found to be even somewhat emotional-even then it was fervent and sensual, not sadness, sorrow, or even joy. Both Jace and Diedrick were both robots that were ruthless, even towards family, in achieving power and status. Because Diedrick had decided to stay-whether it was out of pity or duty, I wasn't sure-Adam and I had the plane to ourselves.

“Mommy, there are never enough robots! The Autobots need more troops!” I let out a long breath. “Your room is already full of robots. You don't even play with all of them.” Max shook his head hard, his messy hair moving with his movements. “That's because I need a bigger Optimus Prime! And Megatron! They have to fight!” I gave him a flat look. “I thought you already had Optimus and Megatron.” “But this is the NEW VERSION, Mommy!” he protested, emphasizing the word ‘new’ dramatically. “The cooler one! The one that talks and moves on its own!”

"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.

“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.

The contingent was made up of various Macroprimate champions alongside the usual motley of Zang elders and acolytes. Having eaten fruits from the Tree of Transfiguration, these Macroprimates might have assumed human forms, but their minds nevertheless remained bestial and feral. Their bloodshot eyes flared with rage and their more-than-two-meter-tall physique was as sturdy as rock that one might argue they looked more like golems instead. Out of the five champions of the Macroprimate race, one of them was a Ninth-grade Beast Lord who came specially to deal with Bi Keyun. The rest were all Eighth-grade Beast Lords.

'Alpha Maximus,' Micah says, graciously bowing his head. 'Micah, we were just talking about you,' Alpha Maximus says. 'Oh really? Good things, I hope?' He says and smiles at me endearingly. I blush, 'Come on, Dad, move out of the way so Micah can come inside. You take up the whole doorframe, you know?' 'I'm a Lycan. I can't help being this big,' he shrugs, steps away from the door, and returns to the dining table.

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.

Azani said as he played with his toy figure. "Yeah, I think so too," Jameson said as he held Megatron and 'fought' with Azani's Optimus. "Really? I think I'm bumblebee," I said as I picked up my figurine and pushed it between the two. "Don't you think I'm bumblebee?" I asked Azani and he giggled shaking his head. "No, you're Optimus sissy," he said and I laughed. "Fine, but I still think I'm bumblebee, just saying," I kissed his temple and we carried on playing.

There was no grass, no snow, only a pile of micro-circuits pulsing with a constant neon blue light. That is not soil, Bima whispered, realizing they were still trapped in an illusion deeper than he had ever imagined. The entity laughed, a hollow, dry sound. You are quite clever for an organic unit that is about to be defragmented, the entity remarked, its outstretched hand slowly morphing into a blade of liquid metal. Core Prime does not need two Bimas. It only needs one that carries no emotional burden. Bima felt his blistered fists begin to leak the residual golden energy stored within his muscle cells.

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.