Optimus Prime Blade Novels & Stories

If I hadn't stopped that attack, I might have died. Analyze! [Meteor Blade] [A blade fashioned from old stars that have fallen from the sky. It is one of the world's most powerful substances.] "Hmmm...interesting." I then took a glance at the sword I was wielding. There was a minor scratch in the middle. It was at this point that the two blades collided. Despite the fact that my blade was an artefact honed with a Unique rank core, this unrefined blade was able to damage it. "Wise, you there?"

and seconds later, the smile vanished from his face, “But we are in war now. Territory is meant to be taken.” The moment those words left his lips, Blade lunged forward. The encounter that followed couldn’t even be called a fight. Blade did not transform, he moved instead like a machine. Some of the wolves were still locked thinking about his words. And it took them a couple of seconds to react. That was more than enough time for a wolf of Blade’s caliber to incapacitate them. The fight lasted less than three minutes. Blade didn't even transform, it only took him a single punch to send a guard who had already shifted, flying through multiple stacks of wooden crates.

N Y X A R A I wake before the bell. The room is dark and narrow, clean in the way places are when no one plans to stay. I fold the cot into the wall before rinsing my face in cold water, drying it with the issued cloth, and hanging it back on the hook where it belongs. My gear waits on the steel table—blade, wire, and three vials sealed in dull glass. One blade for the mission. One Alpha who wasn’t supposed to exist.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

The golden blade of light shot from Julian’s hand, cutting through the air with a hungry hiss. My mother didn’t move. She didn’t scream. She stood her ground as the light hit her shoulder, slicing through her jacket. But instead of blood, a shower of blue sparks erupted from the wound. I gasped, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Mom!" She stumbled back, but she didn’t fall. She looked at Julian with a cold, hard smile. She ripped away the torn fabric of her sleeve, revealing a limb made of matte-black carbon fiber and glowing blue wires.

The ancient text said that once she shifted and gained her powers, the evil seeker would know, and she would be coveted. ' We'll protect her and eliminate anyone who wants to harm our mate. We are powerful,' Nico says. ' Okay, I'll tell her,' I sigh. I'm brought back from my conversation when Blade calls out my name. "That is why the new type is more sustainable. I say we go for it to minimize the damage," I hear the last part of the presentation. Blade looks at me and nods, telling me to agree with what was said. He knows better, so I do, even though I wasn't paying attention to what was being said. I get the feeling that someone is trying to establish a mental connection with me, so I allo

Chapter 10 Cayden POV I hang up the phone with the local police chief and lean back in my chair as I rub my hands over my face. Vampires? Are you fucking kidding me? Of all the times for my parents to be off, enjoying their retirement travelling. If they had been home, they surely would have been part of the conversation with Scarlett’s parents earlier today and they’d be taking part in the session with Leader Bruno later this morning. They’re of the same generation and my dad was Alpha Zeb’s Beta, which means they were also a part of it the last time werewolves had to do battle against those bloodsuckers. No one has seen or heard from one of those things in years. We honestly thought that i

Madam Amelia asked. “My plan was to render her powers useless.” I diplomatically said. Though, as I did, I felt the copper dagger I had bought with me. The one I was going to stab into her heart. The real answer, yes, I was going to kill her daughter. Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me.

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."*

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.