Optimus Prime Arcee Novels & Stories

"Three signatures. Kinetic armor. Heavy ordinance. Victor Kalos’s elite cleaners." Aris stared up at the opening. A rope, thick and braided with wire, snaked down from the darkness, hitting the ground with a heavy thud. A boot, reinforced with carbon-fiber plating, followed, landing in the filth with absolute, terrifying silence. "They found us," Aris said, his voice flat, drained of all hope.

"Kaelor?" Aradaa stumbled forward. The figure was huge, suspended in a central pod of luminescent slime. It was a beast, but not the one Aradaa knew. This version was "Optimized." Glowing blue interface tubes were stitched into his spine and neck, pulsing with the ship's data. His fur was matted with scales, and his muscles had been warped to withstand the crushing weight of the trench. "Kaelor, wake up! It’s me!" Aradaa slammed his gloved hand against the glass.

of the very history it was sent to destroy. As Chapter 123 closes, the Ares-Prime—now a "Hybrid-of-Void-and-Vessel"—is drifting back toward Earth. The Oort-Vanguard in the distance has "Stopped." They are "Waiting." They are "Reading" the new "Data" that Avery has "Injected" into their system. "Did we 'Win'?" Tommy asked, his hand trembling as he touched the new, "Void-Chitin" walls of the ship.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

I stepped out of the truck, the Red Blood in my veins thrumming in a violent, sympathetic vibration with the red light in her eyes. "She’s the 'Optimized' you," Fenris said, stepping up beside me, his broadsword humming with a low, blue anti-matter charge. "The Architects kept a backup of your neural map before you merged with the Shadow. They stripped away the 'errors'—the empathy, the grief, the love. They left the weapon." The 01-B Elara didn't speak with her mouth. Her voice was a broadcast, vibrating through the very iron in our blood. *"Anomaly detected. Retrieval of Prime-Link initiated. All secondary biomass is slated for termination."*

Aris, the scientist who’d made Maya’s family suffer for years. “The Librarian dreamed too small,” Aris said, his words echoing off the crystal. “She wanted a shield. The Board wants a sword.” He lifted a silver remote. All around, the blue statues began to crack. Pieces of that icy shell dropped off, and black, liquid metal oozed out from inside. “They’re not people anymore, Maya,” Aris laughed. “They’re the new models. Optimized, improved. No hearts. Just objectives.” The statues shattered. Soldiers stepped out—black steel bodies, gold eyes burning. They moved faster and hit harder than anything Maya had seen.

"What?" "The Architects... they don't waste good material," Victor said, his eyes darting to the monitors showing the global Harvest. "When the station collapsed, the Heart didn't let him burn. It Recollected him. Jun was the first human to survive a full mutation without losing his cognitive functions. He’s... he’s a 'Prime' now." "Where is he?" Kazimir demanded, his voice cracking.

Azraiel’s Gamma, Theo was on his knees bowing in front of his mate, the Luna of the Blue Orchid Pack. Theo lifts his head a little, his eyes shine with unshed tears. He looks straight into the black wolf’s eyes and says, “Alpha!”

“I fully accept you both. I know the pup isn’t mine, but give me some time and I can accept it since it is part of you both.” I said and then Tafari added his own input. -“I absolutely detest that the pup isn’t mine, but I am willing to accept it as well. I don’t want either of you hurt. This time will be different. We will all make sure the pup survives.”- I was so proud of his answer. I could feel Arya’s happiness and relief at his response. A loud beeping interrupted our conversation. Artemis’s heart monitor was shrieking loudly as her heart rate began to drop. I jumped up startled and ran to open the door quickly. As soon as the door was open I was hollering for Doc.

"You think you’re free because you unlocked a genetic lock? I built the labyrinth! I own the exit!" Arthur stepped forward, the heavy pulse rifle held tight against his shoulder. He looked like an avenging demon born from the catacombs, his clothes soaked, his chest heaving with a lethal, rhythmic force. But as he aimed at Vance's chest, the older man suddenly smiled—a hideous, desperate smirk. "Omega-Seven-Alpha-Null," Vance uttered, his voice dropping into a rhythmic, specific cadence.