Optimus Prime Transformers: Age Of Extinction Novels & Stories

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

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

“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.

He goes silent for ten whole seconds before replying in a different tone, “The Optimus Prime is bigger too right, Mummy? Optimus Prime is one hundred thousand times bigger than Superman, right Mummy? Right?" I heave in relief when he's no longer upset by the excitement of his voice, "Yeah. Optimus Prime can even transform into robot and truck but Superman cannot." Being a mom of two boys, my life is filled with robots and superheros. I can't help but wonder if I'm having boys too or girls for a change when I was pregnant with his children. Crisis is resolved; Cruz agreed to wear the Optimus Prime pyjamas. I glance at my watch to check the time, it's 7. No wonder they are having pyjamas battl

They adopted one more that was in desperate need of a home; Joey) Joey, Omega 17.5 years old. James is the oldest.(Age to be determined)

"We handled the Board. We can handle a few angry grandpas." "They aren't grandpas," Reyes said grimly. "They’ve spent the last century synthesizing their consciousness with pre-war combat AI. They are post-human. And they are waking up the Prime Forges. Neo-Angeles isn't a city anymore; it's a war machine. And they are expanding." Dax lowered his SMG an inch. He looked at the massive, crippled Crawler. Its treads were completely blown, and smoke was billowing from the primary intake vents. It wasn't going anywhere.

For a terrifying second, I thought I might not get up. Kade abandoned Prime momentarily and barreled into the Forsaken, buying me precious seconds. I crawled forward, vision blurry, until Sable reached down and hauled me to my feet. “We have to go!” she shouted. “Now! Kade will follow, he always does!” “I’m not leaving him!” I snarled, shoving her off even as my legs threatened to melt of their own accord. 00:00:07 Seven seconds. Unit Prime rose again from the wreckage, half its body burned and mangled from earlier explosions, yet those golden eyes were still alive, so was whatever purpose it was after. “Self-destruct sequence irreversible. All organic targets will be eliminated.”

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."

Daniel's voice closer now, right outside Junior's room. "I slept with Optimus but now he's gone! I looked everywhere but can't find him!" Alina stood at her bedroom door, hand still on the handle, listening with growing dread. Optimus Prime. The Transformers robot Alina had given Junior three years ago. The toy Junior took everywhere. That he hugged every night. That he considered his protector. Gone. "Maybe it fell under the bed," Daniel's voice trying to be calm. "Or in the bathroom. Let's look together."

He still has that boyish resemblance in him. I decided to take it off and tease him with it later. After taking it off, I saw another picture which was beneath it. It was also a boy but he was young. If I could guess properly then he'd be between four and three years. Unlike Dave who was smiling, this particular boy had a slight frown on his face. He looked angry and when I looked deeply into his eyes, I thought I saw someone familiar.