Optimus Prime Heroes Novels & Stories

I dressed all my rogues in black suits as well as myself. "Morning Baron" said Red as he stepped into my room while the door was open. "Morning Red. What do you want?" I replied. "Are you sure this truce is going to work?" Asked Red. "Of course it will. They don't want battles anymore. We are stronger and faster than them. They may have the numbers but we are more powerful" I replied. "What if they choose to ambush us?" Asked Red again.

Most of them were Eight or Seven-Power Macrocosm Ancestral Gods. Seeing that Jabari and the others were unscathed, the Omnipotent Lord immediately changed his mind. He stepped forward and smiled, saying, “This is a misunderstanding, my friends. I came here to assist James. However, as the enemy is too powerful, we didn’t even dare approach him.” “Men, escort our heroes back to our universe!” the Omnipotent Lord ordered. He knew that he would not be able to annihilate them with what few forces he had at the moment. After all, these were people who had fought against the Ursa.

With eyes seemingly blazing from determination, Sir Rigor's energy can't get any more infectious. When I was a kid, I was an avid fan of the transformers. Optimus Prime's motivational speeches had me standing on my theatre seat and convinced me to fight the Decepticons. Sir Rigor resembles him right now. "We're ready when you're ready, Miles. Ten thousand of my men are encircling the harbor... " With my fingers shivering and my head facing the ground, I muttered, "Before I use my enhancement, I have a request, Sir Rigor."

Heroes got a new AI the older generation AI created with their own self-consciousness with a little bit of experience serving as their panel daily task voice prompt and Sotiras got the more intelligent and powerful one as it only needed to consume a little bit of energy for the Sotiras to know their task or do the things or make the Sotiras wanted to do. Well, even though both 'Heroes' and 'Sotiras' was still dominated by an AI, controlling them and putting a bomb on their head that serve as the binding method for the loyalty of the system and the Host, not discriminately leaving the other person or an AI behind in times of danger. Well, the only thing that can break their binding if ever th

"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.

Pascha said, glancing offscreen, “and if your mommy says yes.” I pretended not to hear. Max gave me a quick look, then whispered toward the screen, “Don’t worry. I’ll work on her.” Pascha tried not to laugh. “You’re my son.” “I’m Optimus Prime’s son,” Max said proudly. ::: The meeting room was filled with sunlight pouring in through the tall windows of Romanov Corp’s top floor. On the wall, a projector displayed a digital map of the mine site and its distribution routes in sharp, contrasting colors.

“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