Optimus Prime Evil Novels & Stories

We had all fully responded to our primal nature and were ready for a vicious encounter. After a long pause that entailed all of us getting into combat positions and staring deep at each other, Elijah finally spoke. "You can take her! She is an abomination like you anyways" said Elijah, after which he told his werewolves to stand down and immediately, they all stepped back.

They attacked him simultaneously, knocking him to the ground and ripping at his back legs so he was unable to stand. Jed’s prideful nature would be his downfall. But I wouldn’t let either brother be the one to take down Jed; he was mine! Both Adam and Dean knew this, and they moved out of the way. Neither had seen me in my wolf form before, but they immediately knew that it was me. I released my claws, which were as long as knives, ready to strike Jed down! At first, he blocked my attack. “Do you really think you’re aligning with something good? This rebellion was orchestrated by Hanson Evans!” Jed growled. “And he dared to kill Teresa!”

' Without saying another word, Lucas released the Apocalyptic Legion from System Space. Roar! Biggy, White Doll, Scarlet, Rayne, and Sven. Their looks differed from one another, but there was one similarity between all of them. That was, they each had golden eyes. "Turn them all into zombies," said Lucas. Following Lucas' command, the Apocalyptic Legion charged out at lightning speed. The strongest person in the Fire Praying Tribe was only a Rank 4 Evolved One. Naturally, he was not able to defend himself against five Rank 8 Zombies.

He looked older, thinner — like a ghost of the man who once raised her. “I saw your message,” she said. “And I came for the truth.” He coughed into his sleeve. “Truth’s not free, Ophelia. It breaks things.” Carl and Lilith stayed close behind her. Carl’s gaze never left Calen. “You were working with them,” Carl accused. “You helped make this mess.” Calen didn’t flinch. “And I tried to unmake it. Halo Prime was never meant to be a weapon. It was meant to heal us. To evolve us.”

"What?" "The Architects... they don't waste good material," Victor said, his eyes darting to the monitors showing the global Harvest. "When the station collapsed, the Heart didn't let him burn. It Recollected him. Jun was the first human to survive a full mutation without losing his cognitive functions. He’s... he’s a 'Prime' now." "Where is he?" Kazimir demanded, his voice cracking.

It roars, shaking the sky. Eden Prime smiles. **"Meet your son."** --- **The Choice** The hybrid attacks, roots and static tearing the garden apart. Ravel fights with a brutality I've never seen-biting, clawing, *burning*-but the hybrid regenerates faster. Eden Prime floats above the chaos. **"You can stop this! Just say yes!"** The static writhes, offering power-enough to crush the hybrid, to save Ravel, to burn the Architects from the sky. But the cost?

The shockwave flattened half the camp, sent warriors flying, cracked the ground beneath our feet. "This is the worst plan you have ever had," Rhett said through the bond. "This is the best bad option available," I corrected. "That is not reassuring!" "Nothing about this situation is reassuring!" The Void Emperor manifested partially—a shadowy form built from stolen souls and corrupted dimensions. He swept through three Primordials, consuming their essence like food. But each consumption cost him, left him weakened, vulnerable. The Primordials responded by simply unmaking portions of his manifestation. Erasing them from existence so completely they could never reform.

It may even save you from being struck down by one of THEM. Humanity is inherently evil." He scrubbed his eyes to see what could be talking to him, there was nothing, he was just alone, alone in the place left by Matendechere. "She Should be coming back by now," he was waiting for her. A yawn escaped Abednego's mouth as he waited for the spirit of Matendechere to come and give instructions on what to finally do.

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 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.