Optimus Prime Cybertron Novels & Stories

"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.

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

"The Sovereign-Mates are deemed Irreparable. Initiate Full-Deletion." The Centinel lunged, its limbs made of "Optimization-Scythes."

It sat squarely in the center of the irradiated deserts of the North American continent. "And the capital," Kara whispered. "Sector Prime, USA Wastes. This is where the distress beacon was ultimately routed. It is the Global Command Hub. It houses the Prime Administrator—the master AI that controls the localized Admins. If the regional Admins are regional managers, the Prime Admin is the CEO. And we just burned down one of its branch offices." Ren stared at the four pulsing red dots. The sheer scale of the enemy was paralyzing. "They know we're here," Ren said, his tactical mind overriding the exhaustion that threatened to pull him under. "How long until they mobilize a retaliation fleet?"

My vision turned white, a searing, beautiful heat racing through my chest as my 'Sequence 7' met the satellite's digital architecture. "Uploading... 10%... 45%..." Suddenly, the server room lights turned a violent, flashing crimson. A low growl echoed from the shadows behind the cooling units. "Myra, get behind me," I whispered, the gold light from my arm illuminating the room. Out of the darkness stepped something that wasn't human. It was a "Sequence 8" prototype—a sleek, hairless hound with glowing optic sensors and muscles reinforced with carbon-fiber weave. It didn't bark. It hissed, the sound of a computer trying to scream.

“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!”

I clarified. "Well your majesty alpha, we could take down their defences with a threat. We should have something threatening." one of the Warriors suggested. "And what do you think we can threaten them with?" I asked curiously. "Well, Alpha Troy is a man with a very young sister, about 5 years old and would do anything for her. So just use Edriana to transport you directly to his office, that way No one will suspect or realize you're there. And once in his office, order him hand over his pack or you will hurt her, and when he agrees and orders his patrols down, we march in and take over, bringing them to our pack lands as our new members under your rule." Daxton said. I'm surprised he actual

Weapons integrated directly into its limbs, humming with contained violence. And its face—the face beneath the metallic mask—was horribly, impossibly familiar. "Chen," Marcus breathed. "Security Chief Chen. He was head of Sterling Consolidated's protection division. He disappeared five years ago." The cyborg that had been Chen smiled with lips that were half-metal, half-flesh. "Not disappeared. Upgraded." Its voice was a mechanical buzz, synthesized through speakers where a human throat should be. "The Council showed me the future. And I chose to become part of it."

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

"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.