Optimus Prime Cybertron Novels & Stories

Agnes’s breath caught in her throat. Victor bore almost no resemblance to the boy she had grown up with at the Vance Gym. His skeletal frame had been brutally expanded, reinforced with jagged dark silver cybernetics that jutted out from his spine, shoulders, and chest. His eyes were entirely black, glowing with a cold, mechanical crimson HUD. The dark silver serum coursing through his visible veins bubbled furiously, generating a localized bio-magnetic vacuum that made the air around him ripple with dark, negative electricity.

​The voice was entirely devoid of human drag, heavily distorted by cybernetic vocal modulators that converted the speaker's breathing into a rhythmic, mechanical click. ​At the far end of the central catwalk, standing on an elevated observation deck that overlooked the primary geothermal siphon, a solitary figure emerged from the orange fog. ​He wasn't dressed in the pristine uniforms of her uncle's inner guard, nor did he wear the leathers of the wasteland remnants. His lower torso and left arm had been completely replaced by an integrated, pre-war silver chassis that locked his spine directly into the facility's master terminal frame. His face was a mask of polished white ceramic and chrom

Security bots, relics of his father’s paranoia, programmed to protect Vault Zero at any cost. Justina gripped his hand tighter. “Carson… we can’t fight all of them.” “We don’t have to.” His eyes flared with determination. “We outsmart them. Just like we’ve outsmarted everything else.” Carson moved with lethal precision, guiding Justina through a maze of shadows and hidden switches. Panels slid aside, corridors opened, and paths shifted. The bots followed, but every move they made was anticipated. The chamber itself became an ally, responding to Carson’s knowledge of its secret systems.

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou

"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

Steve asked, cheeks taking on a red tint once again. “Well, you were mostly correct with Star. She had brain enhancements that hinder her ability to express emotion. She also has eye enhancements that kind of make her beautiful green eyes look dead.” Aeon started, voice taking on some sadness for her friends. “J7 has both his legs replaced, including the hip bone. He can run damn near forever because of it.

Its optical sensors were no longer the standard blue; they burned with a blinding purple light, identical to the energy of the ancient Titan. Harper didn't use a weapon. Her mech reached out with its massive mechanical hand and grabbed the elite spider's head. No gunfire, no physical force. The frenzied mechanical spider instantly went rigid. The purple light in its eyes extinguished, and it dropped to the ground like a pile of scrap iron. "Harper?" Sebastian looked at her in shock. "I'm okay, Sebastian." Harper's voice echoed in the private channel, carrying an ethereal yet exhausted authority. "The Resonator's psychic shockwave didn't kill me... it imprinted the Architects' control codes i

He had two cyborgs who went by the names, Karen and Kaycie. At the moment, it had been thirty minutes since Anderson Simpson, Harrison Edgeton and Jocelyn Redwood, and a strange robot they never knew Anderson possessed, disappeared with a strange vehicle-like contraption. It was just too unbelievable. To worsen the whole thing, they weren't able to hack into their conversations because the microchips they'd implanted had somehow become ineffective in Anderson's home. Unknowingly to them, it was because of a tech Anderson'd created about a year ago which deactivated integrated circuits anywhere in his house.