Optimus Prime Transformers Cybertron Novels & Stories

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

“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.

Steve asked, cheeks taking on a red tint once again. “Well, you were mostly correct with Star. She had brain enhancements that hinder her ability to express emotion. She also has eye enhancements that kind of make her beautiful green eyes look dead.” Aeon started, voice taking on some sadness for her friends. “J7 has both his legs replaced, including the hip bone. He can run damn near forever because of it.

"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

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou

frequency into it. ​"You’re just a recording," Leo growled, his eyes burning orange. "And I’m the one who’s deleting the file." ​The silver circuits in Leo’s arm flared white. The feedback traveled into the Prime, causing its skin to pixelate and tear. The "Clean" DNA inside the Prime began to boil, the biological and digital components of the construct fighting each other. With a final, massive surge of energy, Leo threw the Prime into the carrier’s intake manifold.

She has the kind of spine your father lacked. ​Shut up, Damian hissed. ​Julian laughed, a quiet, chilling sound. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black device with a single digital display. He tapped a sequence of numbers and handed it to Damian. The override for the main transformer. You’ll have to input it manually at the sub-station in the basement. Marcus can take me to my prize. ​Damian grabbed the device, his eyes locked on mine for a split second. There was a world of questions in that look, but there was no time to answer them. He turned and sprinted out of the room, his boots echoing down the dark hallway.

​The voice was entirely devoid of human drag, heavily distorted by cybernetic vocal modulators that converted the speaker's breathing into a rhythmic, mechanical click. ​At the far end of the central catwalk, standing on an elevated observation deck that overlooked the primary geothermal siphon, a solitary figure emerged from the orange fog. ​He wasn't dressed in the pristine uniforms of her uncle's inner guard, nor did he wear the leathers of the wasteland remnants. His lower torso and left arm had been completely replaced by an integrated, pre-war silver chassis that locked his spine directly into the facility's master terminal frame. His face was a mask of polished white ceramic and chrom

of the very history it was sent to destroy. As Chapter 123 closes, the Ares-Prime—now a "Hybrid-of-Void-and-Vessel"—is drifting back toward Earth. The Oort-Vanguard in the distance has "Stopped." They are "Waiting." They are "Reading" the new "Data" that Avery has "Injected" into their system. "Did we 'Win'?" Tommy asked, his hand trembling as he touched the new, "Void-Chitin" walls of the ship.