Optimus Prime Daughter Novels & Stories

She walked away before he could see what that did to her. She kept her chin up and her pace even all the way through the yard, past the wolves who tracked her with their eyes without turning their heads, past the gate and down the side path toward the infirmary. She was Roric Vael's daughter and she had learned to walk as if nothing touched her before she was twelve years old. She had almost made it inside when the door ahead of her opened, and the last person she wanted to see stepped out of it. He stopped when he saw her. His eyes moved over her face once, and she knew her expression hadn't quite settled back to where she wanted it. She had been a second too slow.

Her eyes flicker up to meet mine, I can see the sadness in hers from the loss that she recently went through and she nods her head, “Yes, I am. My name is Winnie and I’m the Gamma Female of the pack and this is our daughter Rory.” Rory looks up at me with a shy smile and I can’t help but notice how much Rory and Winnie look alike. She looks like Winnie’s miniature duplicate. Winnie says, “It’s going to be nice having another higher ranked female around. I mean, it’s just nice in general to have a Luna finally here.”

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

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“Though you know the severity of our mission, your daughter insisted we check on your efforts and ensure you’re still safe.” Daughter? As the small Ice Benu Guardian landed behind her, she transformed into a lovely young recreation of Nim. Nim’s eyes lit vibrantly at the sight of her. Disseus was looking from Nim to the girl raptly. Disseus couldn’t help looking from one redhead to the other. The likeness is uncanny. The only difference was that the younger girl had beautiful aqua eyes instead of Nim’s brilliant green. Disseus felt somewhat annoyed that Nim had only spoken of a son. I’d known nothing of this daughter.

She is being a kid and I can see the changes in her every day that she is with me. But I couldn’t help but look at the woman sitting with pens in her hair typing away on her laptop. Harmony, the daughter of the infamous assassin, Rebel Moretti-Jackson. Daughter of Angel Moretti and Ryder Savage Jackson. Those names hold a lot of weight in both the world of the MC and the Mafia.

"Even if you won't come back for me, Octavius, you should come back for your daughter." That was it. That was what had me stumped. That was the missing link. The similarities between Starlight and Octavius. It was undeniable. The shape of her face, the strong solid chin. The regal tilt of her jaw. She was the daughter of the godfather. But...how? Kayla made a sound beside me. I was so lost in my shock that I had forgotten to check how she was taking the mystery unfolding before our eyes. There was a sharp look of unbelief in her eyes but she could see as much as everyone else that the goddess wasn't bluffing. The similarities were just too much to overlook.

"The Councilman, Quincy Otto. He killed my daughter." Maxine’s eyes widened slightly, and she exchanged a quick glance with Marcus. This was new information. "Otto? The councilman who served under the late Alpha King?" Viktor nodded, his jaw clenching. "Yes. He’s the one responsible for the death of my daughter, Anya. She was a skilled warrior—a pride of our people. She was captured during a skirmish with the wolves, and Otto gave the order to execute her without mercy."

"Herston's essence is draining! So are the other children! Prime's pulling power from them!" "No!" Jamie breaks the separation spell. "Stop! You're killing them!" Prime's form restabilizes immediately. "Clever girl. You can destroy me or save your daughter. Not both. Choose." Jamie's devastated. She was so close. But she can't sacrifice Herston. "End the curse. Release the children. I'll... I'll surrender. Just let them go." "Jamie, no!" Both her mates shout. "I don't have a choice!" Jamie's crying now. "Prime's killing my daughter!"

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."