Optimus Prime Transformers: Robots In Disguise Novels & Stories

Mia clicked her iPhone frantically. "Stay down," Alex pushed his sisters under the seat. "Dad can't see us. The trackers are dead. We are blind." Outside the bus, heavy boots echoed on the pavement. Tactical lights sliced through the darkness. "Open the door," a mechanical voice ordered from outside. HISSS... CRASH. The bus door was pried open by a hydraulic claw. Four figures stepped onto the bus. They wore high-tech grey armor and full-face helmets with glowing green visors. They moved like robots.

The lights in the robots' eyes flickered and they responded, "Orders received!" Then, they started moving and jumped right out of the window behind the chief.

Since Tenin said that the magical tower only appeared by fate, then it was about time for him to see if Earth shared this fate to make it through this tragedy. Wilbur was rather confident as he had been killing the Satan Robots steadily in the past month and had knocked down the robot army's bravado quite a bit. Thus, he was pretty sure that Johnson and the others would not chase him for too long. Just then, the unthinkable happened as Johnson roared, "Listen up, Satan Robots! Transform into your second state and attack at full force!" Johnson's words caught Wilbur by surprise like a bolt of lightning, causing him to fly forward with all his might while looking back every now and then. Under

Finding a free table in the crowded place he sat down with Howard and Goradin for a beer. "You can say what you want of these guys, but they do know how to brew a beer" Howard remarked. "Well, I haven't tasted one in months so I wouldn't know Mark. They could serve me lemonade and sell it for beer and I would never know." Price replied with a grin. The three of them just sat back and enjoyed their well-earned refreshments. While halfway through his drink Price let his eyes go across the many pictured decorations pinned to the wall. He let his eyes rest on a black and white depiction of a soldier looking at the horizon. Over the horizon emerging towering humanoid robots carrying massive canno

" “Look who’s talking!’’ Obiora snapped, “Hoping to win miss world with those feathers sticking out of your legs.’’ They hurried past the twins as they bickered back and forth picking their way gingerly around the rubble as they filed in through the wreaked door into the strange room once again but the room security wasn't done by a mile. Warning! Intruders detected.... scanning identity.... identification failed.... proceed to incapacitate!! "Oh crap." Binta exclaimed as two stationary giant robots booted up, their visors gleamed red. "These weren't here the last time," Shetimma announced as the robots and children stood sizing one another. "Is incapacitate a bad thing?" Babybaby chirped in

For this morning—and maybe for the mornings to come—it was enough. :: A strange mechanical sound, followed by a tiny metal clang, echoed from the hallway, coming from the Max’s room. I stood still for a second, listening. Clank! Vrooom. Clank! Then a familiar voice rang out, full of excitement and way too loud for six in the morning: “OPTIMUS! MOVE OUT! WE HAVE TO SAVE THIS PLANET!” I shook my head and stepped into the hallway. Max’s bedroom door was ajar. I pushed the door open slowly, and there...among a pile of blankets, pillows, two giant Transformer robots, and a DIY cardboard rocket launcher, stood Max on his bed. His hair was static-crazy, his pajama shirt slipping off one shoulder.

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

"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

"One of Mr. Stavrakos' creation." Yes, FREDA. The Future Robot Electronic Device Assistant. The A.I. (Artificial Intelligence), so high tech that controlled all the electronic features of the whole mansion. "When the master is here, FREDA is activated. So, I'm going to teach you how to operate her." "Activate Freda," Calliope instructed. "Enter passcode," the Al responded immediately. Calliope gave a number and instructed her to close the door. "Instruction received," a brief pause, followed by a beep, "securing door." Freda said, and the door snapped closed immediately.

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."