Optimus Prime Cybertron Novels & Stories

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

"In the 'Integrated-Will,' there is only the 'System.' We will not allow the 'Entropy-Virus' to spread. The Detroit Node will be 'Clarified.'" The Sombra-vines began to move again, but this time they were accompanied by "Bio-Sentinels"—integrated animals, wolves and bears whose nervous systems were now "Extensions" of the Sombra-Born's will. They moved with a predatory, robotic grace, surrounding the colony. "Avery, we can't win this," Dr. Vogel whispered. "We’re out-evolved. They aren't even using 1% of their processing power to crush us."

looked at Leo, its gold eye dimming, replaced by a soft, human hazel. The Soldier-Elian’s armor began to shatter, the gold plates falling away to reveal the boy beneath. The "New Mother" dissolved into a cloud of white petals. But as the silence reclaimed the throne room, the Master Throne didn't just stand empty. It shifted. The floor of the throne room split open, and a figure emerged from the very center of the Sovereign-Prime’s reactor. He wasn't a ghost. He wasn't a simulation. It was Arthur Thorne—the Grand Director. But he wasn't a man. He was a Cyborg-Colossus, his body integrated into the ship's systems, his face a giant, glowing hologram of the man who had divorced Meilin’s world.

"INITIATING TOTAL REALITY REBOOT. AUTHORIZATION: PRIME. ERASURE OF SECTOR 0-9-9-H INEVITABLE." They didn't feel fear or anger. They only saw a glitch that needed to be formatted. The Prime Architects raised their hands, preparing to execute the command that would simultaneously delete the Earth, the Prometheus, and every soul within them from the multiverse’s source code. "System Command: OVERRIDE," a voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere, layered with the terrifying harmonic resonance of the First Weaver. The central console of the Prime Architects violently short-circuited. The silver and azure geometric forms glitched, turning a corrupted, sickly black.

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

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.

It had a long neck connected to two spiny bodies with appendages of different proportions, all of which bore sharp spikes and ended in talons. Vincent spoke an inaudible sound which seems to be its name. “Incapacitate them,” he ordered it. “AS YOU DESIRE” answered the creature with a voice coming from deep underground. Long appendages suddenly burst out, pinning the 4 assailants to the walls. Octavius, quick on his feet, was able to dodge the spiked arms, he even ripped one of them off. “Good, but not enough!” hissed the youngest Morell, making a meal out of the severed appendage.

They should be called chelate limbs—the chelate limbs of spiders. The blood-red compound eyes opened, and the consciousness of the human in the robot had been possessed, becoming cruel and chaotic. The price of increased strength was that reason was constantly eroded, eventually to the point where it was difficult to turn back. Spider Queen's speed was extremely fast in movement, which no human could achieve. It was now impossible to tell what exactly controlled the robot inside. Elijah looked at what happened with emotions in his eyes, and then turned to Carl and said, "Go, go, activate Champion, Thunderbolt, and Zapper."

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.

The sky of our once peaceful, ringed planet has now turned blood-red. From the massive fissure stretching across the moon’s surface, billions of black mechanical spiders are cascading down like a waterfall. aren't just insects; they are 'nano-bots'—capable of transforming any biological life into metal within seconds. Lucas stood before me, his body as resilient as diamond. His wings, once golden, were now glowing a fierce, fiery red. "Sophia, take Sona and get inside that mountain cave!" Lucas roared. His mechanical voice now carried a primal battle cry.