Optimus Prime X Bumblebee Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Lenox pov A demonic baby, how fucking cool is that? While everyone in my family keeps fussing around about how unreal this situation seems, all I can do is grin as if someone just tossed me the winning lottery ticket. A demon for a child. A demon for a child I’m naming Optimus Prime Megatron if I get my hands on any legal paperwork. Hell, this feels better than any emotion I’ve ever felt before. Can anyone imagine how cool is this? Beyond any limit of cool I could imagine.

humans but her face shows all signs of disgust. “I won’t ask about how you got out from the cell since you told me earlier that humans eat nectars, but killing twenty of my men is beyond logic. It seems like there’s someone among you who possess this world’s power.” The queen said, alarmed. “I see, so you already know about your men.” Kent replied. “We, the bees are topnotch when it comes to communication because we use waves. Bad news is the report of the creature responsible for your escape hasn’t been done for they have been exterminate in an instant.” The queen replied her furry hand on her chin trying to think. “I guess there’s no point in this conversation, I already guessed that you

Dante roared, trying to pull me back. "Listen to me!" I shouted over his shoulder. "She wants the 'Original' DNA? I’m #3! I’m the most resilient one you’ve ever made, remember? If I merge with the 'Original,' the frequency will loop. It’ll create a 'Feedback-Crawl' that will fry the ship’s OS—and Elena with it."

Noticing how exhausted Dean looked, Blossom asked, "Want me to drive, Baby? You look completely worn out..." Dean replied, "Were you going two hundred in the Audi?" Blossom's cheeks flushed as she admitted, "I didn't realize I was going that fast until I saw the cop behind me, so I just kept going." Dean laughed and said she could take the wheel if she felt comfortable. He hopped out and switched seats with her. Blossom fumbled to locate the switch on the left side of the seat to move it forward. After finally finding it, she adjusted her position and fixed her mirrors, fastening her seatbelt over her beautiful bare chest, which Dean had been admiring since she reverted to human form.

Xavier rubs himself along my ceremonial robe, then walks off to the darkest area within the dungeon so he could transform and cloth himself. Trex comes bounding in and if it were Jarek, I'm convinced he would have a triumphant smirk on his face. A tremendous feral hog, unlike any I have ever seen before, lies on his back. The wild boar falls to my feet, but he doesn’t rub himself against me like Xavier did. He promptly walks off so he can shift and change. I shrug my shoulders and my mom scrutinizes me. Not going to let that cat out of the bag yet. I may end up rejecting his dumb ass. DANTE

I replied, as I dragged my arm away from him. "Hey!" I exclaimed. "The older woman heard me and stopped beating the young lady. "You have no business here. Keep moving!" Said the older woman as she faced me. "Touch that lady again and you'll regret ever knowing a hybrid like me" I replied, as I growled and got my fangs out. I could see the fear in the woman's eyes as she stepped back. I then moved on to help carry the young lady back to her feet.

Bella’s POV Suddenly, Aunty Valerie appeared, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos around us. "Max, Bella, is everything well?" she inquired, her eyes scanning our expressions. I exchanged a glance with Max, unsure of how much we should reveal. "We're fine, aunty. The immediate threat has been neutralized," Max replied, his voice guarded. Aunty Valerie's gaze lingered on Max's wheelchair, her expression thoughtful. "Max, dear, why are you still in a wheelchair? You know Bella has the ability to accelerate healing. It would speed up your recovery."

"You're never going to let this Bumbo thing go, are you?" "It's Bumble. Like the bee. And no. I'm not. You don't even have to contact anyone. Just look at what's out there. Who knows," he says with a shrug, "maybe you'll find a really good friend who can be a great wingman." "You aren't going to be my wingman?" "Who else is going to babysit while you sow your oats?" I sigh. "Fine. I'll create an account. But I'm not going anywhere with anyone. Probably ever."

It is the absolute domain of the Core Prime, where the laws of physics and emotion no longer apply. Kevin struggled to his feet, wiping blood flowing from his temple with the back of his sturdy hand. I don't care how deep that hole is, Bima. I'm coming with you to tear that bastard machine apart. Bima looked at his three friends, feeling an emotional bond now far stronger than before, a connection that could never be erased by any algorithm. We are going to whip up this Existential Recipe at the heart of their defenses, Bima asserted, his eyes flashing sharply toward the laboratory floor.

“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.