Optimus Prime Ultra Magnus Novels & Stories

​The heavy-duty transit rig roared to life in the bunker’s dry dock, its armored chassis vibrating with the raw torque of a twin-hybrid core. Designed by Arthur Vance to look like a standard corporate reclamation transport, the vehicle was reinforced with military-grade ballistic plating and equipped with a localized active-stealth cloak.

The heavy armored door slammed shut behind them, cutting off the cold night air and the distant wail of sirens. Damien stood in the center of the plush cabin, his chest heaving under the dark hoodie. He stared at his father, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief, shock, and sudden, raw emotion. Magnus Voss slowly rose from the leather bench. The sharp, untouchable billionaire who had controlled boardroom tables for decades looked smaller now. His tailored suit was rumpled, the sharp lines of his face softened by deep exhaustion.

Anne Jenner goes half a year, you go half a year? Magnus: It's not a matter of being a Huu family, you don't have to worry about going anywhere. Recently, the Magnus family corporation had a civil war to the point of chipping his forehead, Magnus had to temporarily put aside his military science and technology project to plan and prepare to fight a fierce battle with those old demons.

I gripped the railing. Silas—or what was left of him—stood seven feet tall. His left arm was a piston of chrome and carbon fiber. Silver plates were bolted directly into his skull and down his spine. He didn't shift. He stayed in a grotesque, half-hunched position, his eyes glowing with a red, synthetic light.

'Alpha Maximus,' Micah says, graciously bowing his head. 'Micah, we were just talking about you,' Alpha Maximus says. 'Oh really? Good things, I hope?' He says and smiles at me endearingly. I blush, 'Come on, Dad, move out of the way so Micah can come inside. You take up the whole doorframe, you know?' 'I'm a Lycan. I can't help being this big,' he shrugs, steps away from the door, and returns to the dining table.

“Mommy, there are never enough robots! The Autobots need more troops!” I let out a long breath. “Your room is already full of robots. You don't even play with all of them.” Max shook his head hard, his messy hair moving with his movements. “That's because I need a bigger Optimus Prime! And Megatron! They have to fight!” I gave him a flat look. “I thought you already had Optimus and Megatron.” “But this is the NEW VERSION, Mommy!” he protested, emphasizing the word ‘new’ dramatically. “The cooler one! The one that talks and moves on its own!”

Rex had always considered himself quite tall for his race, but even he had to look upward to look into this man’s face, his eyes widened at the sheer size of the man, he was not Bohl, but also did not seem to be the same race as he, Alahn seemed to be at least seven foot tall and an easy four feet across the shoulders, seemed to have muscles growing over muscles and massive tree trunk arms leading the dinner plate sized gnarled hands. “You’re…large,” Rex said, letting Sküülen slide back into the sheathe, he knew when he was outmatched and thought that even with Sküülen’s help, he would be easily overpowered by this man, his aura radiating unending power, the only other person that almost mat

He is wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. “Great Mother, that is a fine male,” Maximo purrs excited. Max is not wrong. I have seen males while training but no one even came close to what Magnus offered. Every inch of his body was sculpted not to make him look good. To make him look lethal. And he is. When he turns I see on his back, a long thick scar. If that rumor is true, I am fairly certain that all the others will be too. “Don’t ogle him,” I chastise Max and I get up to get away from him.

But still, his brother’s demons were much bigger than his. “This is not over yet...” Octavius, his hands shaking, made another cut in the air. “Are you sure you should do that?” Vincent chuckled, “A weakened Morel is a danger to himself, you know.” “I know what I’m doing!” the other insisted. Octavius slipped his hand through the darkness once again. “I call upon...” Before the younger Morel could finish the summon, his face suddenly paled and contorted as a shrill scream escaped his lips.

The two figures from the containers were VEIL, and of the Prime Chimera kind. "Do you see how majestic they are?" A voice resounded throughout the warehouse. Lars knew of this voice all too well and had expected to see him here. Magnus Musgrave took the center stage with big smile and hands outstretched. His graying hair matched the silvery sheen of his satin suit. "Worshippers," Lars muttered. He was quickly reminded of Alt'ma's warning. "What you are so blessed to see in front of you right now, are the examples of absolute peak in human evolution. The new gods who will usher us into the new age of wonders and prosperity!"