Optimus Prime X Bumblebee 18 Novels & Stories

Jack snatched the USB drive and plugged it into the control panel in the driver’s seat. “Buzz—!” A deep, heart-pounding sound came from under the car. The “Pink Hellfire” ambient lighting, which had been merely decorative, instantly went out, replaced by glaring military-grade red warning lights. The armor plates on both sides of the vehicle rattled, as if something was about to deform. [Beast Mode activated. Emergency fusion battery…started.] "Nuclear...nuclear fusion?!" Ben Carter's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "You spent fifty million...on a mobile nuclear bomb?!"

I say. He rewinds it, playing it slower, frame by frame. “Go after the impact.” I say, the truck pulls away, fast Like nothing happened. “Enhance it,” the hacker's fingers move quickly. Image sharpens, and then details become clearer, and the truck model becomes clearer. “That's a Collins - series Obsidian,” he mutters, "I know that. “ Military-grade reinforcement.” I lean forward slightly, eyes narrowing, “How many exist?” “Fifty, maybe less , all the registered,”

They help packs conceive high-ranking wolves if the next generation of Alphas, Lunas, Gammas, or Deltas die before adulthood without an heir. I arrived at the pack house, screeching the tires of my Bumblebee Camaro on the paved road. Immediately, I stepped out of my beloved sports car. My friends have asked why I don’t take the car for a new wrapping but instead parade it with a car resembling Bumblebee from the Transformer movie. But I shut them up by taking pride in the yellow and black strip that makes it a characteristic car, unique and recognizable everywhere I go.