Optimus Prime Cybertron Novels & Stories

she whispered. She looked at Sarah. The child was glowing, not with artificial light, but with the sapphire resonance of the room. Sarah’s small hand reached out toward the holographic interface. Elena didn't stop her. She guided Sarah’s hand toward the "Forbidden" override, the one Alistair had built into the system. As the child’s fingers touched the glowing light, a pulse of pure, unadulterated harmony surged through the building. In the sub-level, the security turrets didn't fire. They powered down, their internal circuitry overwhelmed by a frequency they weren't programmed to understand. The Ouroboros Prime’s voice screeched in static and then vanished.

I’m starving. I walk into the house and see Jemisha celebrating something with Dad and Regina. I pass through the room, and Jemisha calls out. “Sister! I’m so excited! Did I forget to tell you that I am part of that new reality TV show? The one about claiming a worthy Luna? Just like our past life. She joined, and then she had that snake put on the mountain to destroy me. “What a coincidence. So am I,” I said calmly, waiting for Regina to react. Without missing a beat, she started screaming like a banshee.

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.

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

Waiting until there were no witnesses. With slow, careful movements, Clarissa turned the handle and opened the door. Light from the corridor spilled in slightly, falling across the bed where Junior slept curled up. A Transformers robot toy was clutched tightly to his chest. Optimus Prime. A gift from Alina for Junior's third birthday. Clarissa knew this because she'd heard the story countless times. From Margaret. From the staff. Even from Junior himself when the boy was still comfortable enough to talk to her. "Mama Alina said Optimus is strong like Junior. So Junior has to take care of him."

"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

~RAYMOND~ I shifted my eyes from Mr. Anosova's retreating form and faced the computers in front of me. This looks weird. I haven't done any of this before and I'm finding it hard to monitor what is actually going on. Each computer was showing different videos and my eyes were supposed to be monitoring them. How's that going to be possible? I only have two eyes, not four or more? I heard footsteps behind so I averted my eyes slowly to the back but quickly brought it back when I saw from the corners of my eyes one of the videos pausing then the screen went off and came back on.