Optimus Prime Energon Novels & Stories

“We saw it in the memory of the Forge when we touched the Core in the Wasteland. The Silver Gene wasn't just made to store energy; it was specifically designed to ride the light, Mama. We don't have to learn a new trick. We just have to remember how to stop being solid for a while. We have to remember how to be the light.” ​The sub-levels of the Vane Spire were a silent, oppressive tomb. The grand garden we had fought in only hours ago was now a graveyard of broken glass and wilted ferns. Julian Vane was nowhere to be found—presumably having fled to a deeper, more secure nuclear-hardened bunker—and his elite “Iron Guard” had either died in the garden or deserted their posts the moment the sk

Far below the facility, inside the dark mining chamber, the giant reactor began glowing brighter. Blue energy surged across the massive structure. The entire chamber filled with a powerful hum. Electric currents raced through the thick cables connected to the Omega system. The weapon was charging for release. Back in the control room, alarms began sounding. Emma looked at the energy monitor. “Power levels rising rapidly!” Victor watched the readings climb. “Omega output at thirty percent… forty…” Daniel grinned. “Let’s see if the big guy upstairs likes surprises.” Sophia remained calm, watching the radar screen.

Gregory yelled. “Hey, I'm sorry. Your alpha said you were capable, so I thought, why not leave things to Eugene and capable Gregory for a while? This thing doesn't absorb energy, by the way; it has all the energy it needs in reserves. It only draws from that reserve when it realizes that its current energy level is not enough,” Derren said, putting a spoon full of ice cream in his mouth. “And exactly how do you know this?” Eugene asked.

"A source of pure Barzil energy to sustain the pull." "We have reserves," Barzil said quickly, desperation entering his tone. "The stockpiles in the Citadel. The Moon Well in the ruins." "Inert," Guller said. "Dead matter. She needs living energy. Energy that can adapt, flow, and bind." Neoma stood up. Her chair scraped back. She walked around the table to stand in front of Guller. She smelled of rain and fear—a cold, sharp scent that made Guller’s wolf whine deep in his chest.

said Baron as he looked just as astonished and curious as I was. "I can't say more Baron. Just make sure you protect her. Make sure you train her to harness her full powers. She is a werewolf, but not like any other. Train her Baron, train her" said She Agnes as she turned around and began walking back into her small building.

“Yes, of course I’ve realized that! But what do you want me do to? Should the fleet stand idly by while a Hegemony fleet threatens us?” “Oh, I’m not saying you don’t have difficult decisions in front of you, swarmchief. Only that the ones you do make are interesting.” “Swarmchief, apologies for interrupting,” said an analyst, “but we’ve detected a pattern in the enemy ships’ energy signatures.” Alethii, who was on the verge of snapping back at the senator, quickly turned back around to read his reports. “Continue,” he said. “It appears their energy capacitors are unable to provide their total demand,” began the analyst. “To counteract that, they seem to be adjusting power demand on the fly,

"Have you been powering up my girl with energy? Taught her how to mask her presence, too?" That kind of energy boost was reserved for the elite semi-Empyreans, a potent force that could help the gifted martial artists ramp up their game. It was a Grandmaster move, but it ate up energy like crazy. Alexander did not like that. He believed in taking things slow and steady. "Man, getting rid of that fire toxin's a real drain on the energy reserves," Castor remarked with a shrug. He would not bother with such a tough gig if he did not think Olivia was worth it.

"We have to sever his connection. The red light... it’s his umbilical cord." Sentinel Prime lunged, his hand transforming into a giant, ice-coated claw. Caspian met him head-on. The impact sent a shockwave through the vault, shattering remaining glass and sending dust raining down. Caspian roared, his golden eyes blazing, channeling every ounce of serum-enhanced strength into blocking the blow. His arm screamed in protest, but the "Update" energy flowing from Jade through him was holding him together. "He’s too strong!" Caspian grunted, pushing back against the Prime’s overwhelming force. "He’s drawing power directly from the source!"

What he coveted was the huge energy contained in the ginseng. It was said that a thousand-year-old ginseng could help people become immortals in broad daylight, which was certainly exaggerated. However, as the spirit of herbs, as long as it contained enough energy, it could help Jason, who had a perfect state of mind, break through to Supreme Realm with this huge energy. This was his last trump card. He stroked the ginseng. In fact, Jason was not afraid that it had not enough energy, but worried that he could not control this huge energy.

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.