Optimus Prime Arcee Novels & Stories

Jericho, as if his resolve finally caved in, tucked Odette beneath his arm, "Okay spitfire, let's debrief you and see how you'd like this to play out." "She's a rookie on the force, why would we trust her to handle this?" Ace quizzed, not as an insult, just out of curiosity. "I may be a rookie, but they trust me and my dad now happens to work with your guy," Odette grinned and it wasn't that warm, sunshine smile from moments ago. No, this was something devious, "Mark Chambers isn't exactly a stand-up guy so we have no problem taking care of him. My dad doesn't need to throw in the towel anymore because he doesn't have a little girl to take care of and we both adore Jericho. So, our help is y

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

I didn’t want to rile him up, but it wasn’t in my nature to stand by while someone acted like an arrogant arse – especially if it was the expense of someone else, Omega or not. “Everyone matters,” I said after a beat. Ares sighed dramatically. “Fine,” he whispered, with a roll of his eyes, before he stood up straight and nodded to the Omega. He was a frail looking thing, as thin as Luezza, his white skin so pale I doubted he’d ever seen sunlight. Lank blonde hair hung down to his neck and wide, pale eyes shot between Ares and I as if he couldn’t decide which of us presented the bigger threat.

She pointed her weapon toward a grand, curving steel staircase at the far end of the assembly floor. ​Standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at them through the dim industrial lighting, was a man in a flawless charcoal suit. He didn't carry a rifle, and he didn't have the rugged look of a field enforcer. He was the Supreme Director of the Munich branch—Dr. Aris Thorne, the cybernetics architect who had finalized the logic loops for Cain’s prototype. ​Beside him stood three finished tactical androids, their optical sensors glowing a cold, piercing crimson in the dark.

as the young inkling. Arceus snapped back into reality and looked at me protecting the missing children and my group “is everyone okay!?” I asked them “we are okay” my group said “we are unscathed Great Uncle” said Cassidy. Arceus walked towards me slowly. I looked at her with determination, suddenly a tear began to run down its face “she’s… she’s crying? But how.” as I look at her. “Darkstar keep on the eye on the group,” I said. “Okay Arnold” so Darkstar kept an eye on the group. I slowly walked towards Arceus. I sheath my X-Blade and looked at her. Suddenly Arceus hugged me while I hugged her back. “Arnold… my old friend, you’re okay” said Arceus “you to Arceus” I said.

I could even face HIM with the power of Ares at my disposal. "Stop right there," Derek ordered me. He shot out a plume of his ice blue flames and the caught me in an ever-shrinking circle. "Drop the transformation. It doesn't matter if you have back up, they'll still be outnumbered." "He's the Prime," I spat. "Your rightful master." Luke shrugged. "Did you forget that we were guardians to Primes? Do you really think that those wolves would accept protection from those lesser than them?"

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

Thora told her with a look of loathing. “ A shame, truly,” Aralu said, her words drenched in sarcasm. She looked past Arai and locked eyes with Acacius. “ And what say you, handsome lad? Are you willing to fight alongside a member of a royal Ishtar house?” Acacius looked at the giant centipede and slowly nodded, activating his Ryuijin. “ You two can fight as a team. I’ll fight with Thora,” Arai said, activating her Tribal Trait. Thora grumbled as her Kumoijin replaced her normal eyes. Aralu noticed the Abnormals, each awakening their Tribal Traits, and smirked.

The night sky turned orange with fire. I lay there coughing, ears ringing, every inch of my body screaming. Kade was on top of me, still shielding me from the worst of the blast and falling debris. “You okay?” he rasped, his face inches from mine, eyes full of fear and love. I touched his bloody cheek with trembling fingers. “Yeah, you?” Before he could answer, a terrifying shadow rose from the heart of the flames behind us. Unit Prime stepped out of the inferno, one arm completely missing, and half its body was the color of charcoal.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l