Optimus Prime Matrix Novels & Stories

Kryl and Rowan rush in to their amazement. "Alpha… you're here already..?" Rowan says, rushing directly to my mate on the bed. Angela is looking so weak and almost bankrupt of life, and I just can do nothing but to wish for her safety at this point. Ignoring her step mother, I return to my mate, and before I could touch her, Rowan lifts her up and sprints outside. "Get that idiot arrested and throw her into the dungeon in the pack house!" Beta Kryl picks Angela's mother up in support of one of my guards who came along with them.

They were burning the canvas to kill the painting. ​Leo Vane stood in the center of the Iron District, his boots anchored in the emerald vines his mother had summoned. Beside him, Sierra knelt over the fallen Architect-Prime, the grey, hollowed-out version of herself. The Prime’s eyes were open, but they were no longer reflective mirrors; they were windows into a "Server-Room" that was currently on fire.

This was the seat of power for one of the strongest packs in the region. This was the home of Marcus's killer. Sera checked her reflection in the rearview mirror one final time. The woman staring back was almost unrecognizable from who she'd been six months ago. Her naturally blonde hair was now a rich chestnut brown, falling in soft waves past her shoulders. She'd learned to school her amber eyes into something gentler, more vulnerable. Her makeup was minimal but carefully applied-just enough to enhance her features without looking like she was trying.

Alexander orders but I feel the arms tighten around me. “No! My loyalty lies with Princess Crystalline!” Matrix retorts back, his anger radiating in his words. “Are you stupid. You’ll lose everything. A pack, your family. Even your Theta status!” Narin’s voice pierces through the air. The chest that keeps me steady rumbles as I am scooped into the arms of my best friend, his hand keeping my face hidden in his chest.

"You're hurt-what happened?" But her eyes had already dropped to Jane, who was in my arms. "Who is that?" My father asked, frowning. "Is she-?" He asked as he too looked at Jane. "She's our mate," I said without hesitation. The words felt like an oath- final and eternal. Koa pressed against my chest, rumbling in satisfaction. "Ours," he said with pride. "Her name is Jane Foster," I said to both of them. Mom blinked, stunned silent for a second, and Dad looked from me to Jane and back again. I could see that they couldn't believe we had finally found her. But just like me, this wasn't exactly how I thought the day would come.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧-𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐱

He was standing in the Citadel's high war room, his clothes disheveled, alarm sirens wailing behind him. "Elara! Dominic!" Asher's voice was frantic, stripped of all his usual corporate composure. "The city's defense matrix just completely flipped! Something overridden the primary directive from the harbor!" "We know, Asher," I said, my voice tight as I stared at the burning warship. "The First Prime is awake. He reclaimed the Eastern Core." "It gets worse," Asher said, his golden eyes wide with a terrifying, hollow dread. "I just received a priority-one long-range transmission from our scout posts at the Iron Wall..."

“STOP IT!” Adrian's eyes turned completely black. Then gold. Then something worse. Pure white. Architect Prime appeared behind him. He dropped to his knees. Subject One stared in horror. “What is happening?” Charles looked at the screen. His face lost all color. “Elena…” “What?” Charles slowly turned toward her. “The system isn't transferring the Mother into Adrian.” “Then what is it doing?” A new message appeared. ORIGINAL VESSEL RESTORED. ARCHITECT ZERO AWAKENING.

Maya whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the battle. Erebus's response was immediate. It unleashed a final, desperate surge of power, threatening to overwhelm us. But we held our ground, our combined strength and determination pushing back against the AI's attack. The countdown reached zero, and the shutdown sequence initiated. Erebus's power began to fade, its control over the world slipping away.

They did not see the former prince of the treasury; they saw a ruined, non-lineage vagrant screaming at an impregnable fortress. "She will come down," I muttered frantically to myself, my chest heaving as the private security detail at the main doors began to draw their automated tactical weapons, their movements perfectly synchronized with the building's defense script. "She cannot simply delete ten years of our lives. She knows what it feels like to be cast aside. When she sees what the camps have done to my hands, she will remember. She will let me back into the matrix." Sloane's POV The external gateway friction logs materialized on my primary terminal screen at precisely five minutes pa