Optimus Prime Heroes Novels & Stories

Monsters or Greeters was very not conscious in the past because their intelligence was only at low level at best as they only know that they were not in their own territory and they even had. So after knowing that heroes was enslaved unexpectedly and was bind to the system whom those crazy scientist had called much more omnipotent than the heroes whom had their own ability given by the rain that they believe the ‘God’ in heaven had offered to them when they were in times of despair and trouble. But after being electrified once when they tried on killing the systems bonded to them or trying to get the power this omnipotent system had, the heroes who grew arrogant after having this powerful ab

They're puppets. "Then we're doing them a favor by stopping them," Damian replied. Gamma's expression shifted slightly, the first hint of emotion I'd seen from any of them. "You presume capability exceeds reality," he said. "We are optimized. Enhanced. Superior to natural resurrection. You cannot win." "Let's test that theory," Damian said. And the battle began.

They were burning with the exact same primal yellow light as the titan on the ship. Their march was perfectly synchronized, their star-metal boots shaking the city's foundations as they turned away from the palace... and began heading directly toward the northern highway. "They aren't obeying Asher anymore," Dominic growled, his jaw tight, his silver eyes fixed on the marching legion. "They're answering to the First Prime." Suddenly, my tactical wrist-comm—waterproofed and built with military-grade components—began to buzz violently against my skin. I tapped the screen with trembling, wet fingers. Asher's face materialized in the holographic display. He was standing in the Citadel's high war

Damian followed with a low growl, flooding him deep. They stayed joined, breathing hard, as the door buckled. The clones broke through. The fight spilled into the server room. Damian and Alex fought back-to-back—perfect sync, the child’s hum guiding their shots. Clones fell, but more came. The leader—Clone-Prime—fought his way to the front. “You can’t win,” he said, voice identical to Damian’s. “We are you. Stronger. Without weakness. Without love to slow us down.”

"It’s a recording! It’s just data!" ​"Data is all you are, Leo," the Prime countered, its eyes glowing with a cold, blue light. "You are a bridge to a world that is already dead. I am the bridge to the future." ​The Prime lunged at Leo, its movements a perfect mirror of Leo’s own fighting style. It was like fighting a shadow of himself, one that knew every move before he made it. ​Maya tried to intervene, but the Prime unleashed a pulse of "Null-Gold", a frequency designed to cancel out her Force. She fell to her knees, her light turning to grey ash.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

"Have you already found a place to stay, miss? It's the peak of tourist season now, and lots of hotels are fully booked. Want me to find you a place to stay instead? "Miss? Are you afraid of me? Don't be afraid. I'm a good person." Then, the driver veered off the designated route at the next corner. I felt my heart lurch in fear and nearly screamed out loud. Luckily, the alarm that I'd set on my phone suddenly rang at that moment, and I shakily held the phone to my ear. At that moment, I was extremely grateful that I had looked at the driver's license plate number before getting in the car just now.

“Daddy’s right. But even heroes need to rest so they can be strong again later, right?” Max thought hard, squinting as if seriously considering it. “So... Optimus needs a nap too?” “Yep. Even big heroes need naps.” Finally, Max nodded, though he still looked a bit reluctant. “Okay... but when we wake up, Optimus has to win!” I ruffled his hair gently. "Of course. Optimus will definitely win. Now, lie down." Max groaned again, but this time softer. Reluctantly, he finally lay down between Clara and me, still clutching Optimus tightly.

“That’s not a nice thing to say, son. You’re lucky she’s just a baby and doesn’t understand what you’re saying yet. If Ophelia was a little older, your words would hurt her deeply.” Alister glances over his shoulder at the back seat and sighs. “The name is Optimus Prime, not Ophelia, dad. Also, I heard what the maids said. Mommy isn’t my real mommy and Optimus' dad is uncle Lenox. So, she is not my sister.” Cold shivers run down my spine as I listen to my son lay it out on me. First, an unknown sense of dread fills me, but soon, it turns into hot, seething rage that burns through my entire being.

In the center of the map, a large blue circle pulsed slowly, marking the source of the threat, beneath the earth's core. "This is bigger than we thought," Riska whispered, her face pale. "The Core Prime network is already active globally." Bima stared at the red dots burning away memories and destroying nutrition. This was no longer a war against mere zombies, this was a war against an emotionless intelligence that wanted to wipe happiness from the face of the earth. "We have to figure out how to stop it," Lia said, gripping Bima’s hand, her eyes full of determination. "Nothing can stop the evolution of optimization," Core Prime hissed. "Your systems will be paralyzed. Your instant noodles w