Optimus Prime X Megatron Comic Novels & Stories

"We handled the Board. We can handle a few angry grandpas." "They aren't grandpas," Reyes said grimly. "They’ve spent the last century synthesizing their consciousness with pre-war combat AI. They are post-human. And they are waking up the Prime Forges. Neo-Angeles isn't a city anymore; it's a war machine. And they are expanding." Dax lowered his SMG an inch. He looked at the massive, crippled Crawler. Its treads were completely blown, and smoke was billowing from the primary intake vents. It wasn't going anywhere.

They were still there, but in the form of thin lines that had yet to heal at the centre. “How?” I asked him in surprise, my eyes as wide as saucers. “How what?” Axton frowned. “Your wounds…they’re almost healed!” I pointed out. “They weren’t supposed to heal so fast! What are you?” Axton narrowed his eyes at me, his face dead serious. And then he said: “A werewolf.”

Kade’s POV The facility shook again, harder this time. Red emergency lights strobed across the hallway like blood pulsing through veins. Unit Prime’s grip on my throat loosened for a split second as it tilted its head, listening to something only it could hear. “Forsaken protocol, unauthorized.” I drove my knee into its gut and shoved it back. “Sounds like your masters are eating each other. How does that feel, you lab-grown freak?” Prime smiled, black blood dripping from its mouth. “It feels efficient. One problem takes the other one away.”

Both smiling as a sword pattern on Liam's chest glow and likewise did Scott Whose wrist glowed as both brothers fused and merged together Everyone present in the base gasped as they all stared at the impossible while the entire building shook and trembled as they couldn't regain their stance, there standing before them in the dust of the unknown instead of two people, stood a single megazode being whose left eye blazed with fire while the other Sparked with lightening, it's head burning off in flames while Red Mantis and his men swallowed the lump that hunged round their throats as they all bounced backwards in fright. "What? Scared now to the bone Huh?"

Ara replied. “He is summoned by Optimus Prime to save the earth!” Jaykee bragged, his eyes glowing. I smiled at how he suddenly turned into a talkative boy. He didn’t almost talk when we were in the park. Perhaps, he had stranger anxiety, but after seeing Nanny Sylvia talking to us, he put his guard down. “Jaykee! Stop making trouble for your aunties,” came’s Maezy’s voice from the main door. We turned to look at her, and she greeted us with a warm smile. A man in his seventies followed behind her. He was apparently the one in the wall frame.

They're puppets. "Then we're doing them a favor by stopping them," Damian replied. Gamma's expression shifted slightly, the first hint of emotion I'd seen from any of them. "You presume capability exceeds reality," he said. "We are optimized. Enhanced. Superior to natural resurrection. You cannot win." "Let's test that theory," Damian said. And the battle began.

Sure, Axel is the future Alpha, but Kai and Tyler are just Beta and Gamma, and they don't even look so muscular, do they need to be so overpowering? Tony wondered if these guys are exceptions, or if he and his group were so miserable. Tony wished that Meg didn't go shopping. Other than being the smartest person Tony ever met, Meg is the fastest and the most skilled fighter in their group, and he was confident that Meg would be able to put up a solid fight against one of Drake's generals.

59:59. "He's going to do it," the Child-Arthur whispered, his velvet coat turning grey under the shadow of the weapon above. "The Architect Prime doesn't see people. He sees Overhead. And right now, the Noise-Sector is a debt he intends to write off." The refugees in the warehouse were no longer shouting; they were paralyzed by the sight of the sky turning into a weapon. Meilin stood on the ruins of the engine block, her Sovereign-Iron staff glowing with a frantic, jagged violet light.

"But the Council isn't a group of people, Leo. It’s a protocol." ​The side of the drill slid open, and a figure stepped out. It was a "Void-Alpha", but it was three times the size of the ones they had fought on the moon. Its armor was made of the same obsidian as the Master Capacitor, and its eyes were twin voids of swirling black ink. ​"I am the Omega-Prime," the creature rasped. "The final iteration of the Vane-Slayer. And I have been authorized to 'De-Install' the Labyrinth."

Mello’s drawing glowed, and the katana materialized before him, dropping into his grip. Together, they charged. Willz leapt, his scythe a blur of dark energy. Mello slid beneath the robot’s immobilized arms. Both shouted in unison, “IT’S OVER!” The scythe cleaved through the robot’s neck from the front. The katana severed its primary power conduit from behind. There was a shower of sparks, a final, dying whirr, and the X-02 robot split into two halves, crashing to the ground with a deafening CLANG.