Optimus Prime Ultra Magnus Novels & Stories

The word felt inadequate. Magnus’s eyes met hers, filled with a mix of fear and determination that made her heart clench. Made her want to run and stay all at once. “It is.” Magnus took a deep breath, his gaze distant as if recalling ancient legends. Or nightmares. “There’s Zeeb,” he began, his voice taking on a hushed, almost reverent tone. “His spirit guide is Razor, a saber-toothed tiger that grants him superhuman strength. I’ve heard he can lift entire buildings with his bare hands.”

We can change at any moment that we want. The physical characteristics we're also unique, we have different colors of furs. Our Alpha Maximus was the white one. His eyes were red but it turns into brown haze in the daytime. The twins Cassius and Magnus, both have grey fur, but Cassius has ocean eyes while Magnus's eye color is bright like the sun.

The Omnipotent Lord’s expression turned stern as he said, “Kid, do you think you can play dumb with me?” James finally spoke up, saying, “I couldn’t gather much from him. He kept me at a distance and wouldn’t allow me to check his physical condition. All I know is that he’s an Ursa, one of the Ten Great Races from the Greater Realms, and he used to be an Acmean.” “Is that all?” The Omnipotent Lord furrowed his brow.

‘‘You move as swiftly as ever,’ Megan thought. Through her leader's previous words, Megan had already discerned that Adrian was someone who truly comprehended power. His ability to sense Origin Power was merely a matter of time. With his strength, he had already surpassed the formidable entity known as Ronan. Yet, after visiting Obscura City, he had once again advanced, officially ascending into a realm beyond human capability. It was truly terrifying.

Jameson walks over and puts his hand on her shoulder, nodding to the shadows, making them all dissapear back into the ground. She looks up at him as he sighs. "You know what? At this point, I dont think it matters anymore, seeing as how this is a bad loop anyways." Mr. Jameson says as he looks down at her, keeping his left hand on her shoulder. "I am Maximus Jameson. I am also known and 'The Revenant'. I Build the company ground up from nothing but my own money. I invented the A.I. Robots as well as being the owner of 8 schools, 100 factories, 7 football teams, 1,000 resource-rich planets, and 1 robotic company, Revenant Robotics Inc. I posses a power called the rift, which I inherited from

​The Hijacking of the Manta ​The carrier was a beauty of dark engineering. Its hull was made of "Void-Glass," a material that absorbed both light and radar. It sat on the helipad, its engines humming with a low, predatory vibration. ​Standing in front of the boarding ramp was a figure Leo hadn't expected to see again. It was the Synthetic Prime, or at least, a version of it. This one was more refined, its face a chillingly accurate recreation of Leo’s father, but with eyes that were nothing more than black voids.

and discover what lay in the "Great-Outer-Dark." Audrey reclaimed her physical form for the mission, crafting a body that was a "Composite-Masterpiece" of every era. Her limbs were "Oura-Iron," her nervous system was "Luminous-Mycelium," and her heart was a "Miniature-Harmony-Forge." Beside her, Lucas stood on the bridge of the Sovereign-Aegis, a ship designed not to move through space, but to "Translate" through "Conceptual-Boundaries." It was equipped with "Hyper-Dense-Pistons" that could punch through the "Fabric-of-Logic" itself.

A thick, grey mist rolled in from the Iron-Grave, carrying with it the sound of rhythmic, metallic clicking. The Shadow-Prime had sent his "Frost-Sentinels." These weren't the nanite-infected shifters from the day before; these were Automatons of Ice and Iron. They were tall, spindly things made of rusted gears and frozen brine, their eyes glowing with a cold, blue light. They didn't breathe, and they didn't feel the winter. "THEY'RE AT THE LOWER GATES!" Magnus roared, his voice sounding thin in the freezing air. He was leading a group of shifters armed with simple steel axes and torches, but the torches were flickering and dying in the heavy mist.

Auditory texture like a saw cutting through bone, amplified to a volume that made my eardrums pop. The sound made the nanoweave of Neoma’s suit vibrate against her skin. My teeth rattled. "Wolfy?" Barzil asked. His voice was a low rumble. "What is coming?" I looked at the reading. Class 5 Kinetic Entity. Nuclear Core. Barzil-Steel Chassis. "He didn't just build weapons," I whispered. My throat constricted. I couldn't swallow. "He built a champion." The smoke swirled. Two burning red lenses, the size of dinner plates, ignited in the gloom. They glowed with a steady, pulsating heat.

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.