Optimus Prime X Megatron Comic Novels & Stories

He became a three-ton projectile of carbon-titanium, rocketing across the crater toward the excavation site. [Alpha vs. Priestess] High Priestess Xanthe had Harper’s mech pinned against the black hull of the buried starship. With a gesture, Xanthe was manipulating the ambient sand to turn it into constricting bands, slowly crushing Harper’s armor. "Your false guardian cannot save you now," Xanthe purred, her eyes glowing with a toxic violet light. Suddenly, Xanthe’s psychic sensors screamed a warning. She looked up just as Jack’s desert-camo mech tore through the dust storm, traveling at top speed.

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

Anderson, Harrison, Jocelyn and Enboe-21 returned back to the present. They found themselves, once again, seated on the Time Machine. Andy's eyes were red and anger-filled. Joce, being emotional herself, fell to the floor and began to cry furiously. Harrison also had a long face. They were all despondent. Enboe-21 went to the corner of Anderson's desktop computer and transformed into a camouflaged pillar.

“What conditions could you possibly have after everything? Given the fact that you are given a chance to literally start over… I don’t think that one in your position would be in place to lay conditions.” He smiled, small, tired, rueful. “I want to help rebuild what I tried to destroy.” I blinked. He looked straight at me, unwavering. “Your company. Your name. Your growth. I want to be part of that rebuilding. Not above you. Not controlling you.” He paused. “Your partner. Under your terms. Only yours.” The room fell silent. Even Xavier seemed stunned. “You… want to work for Valerie?” he asked slowly.

Wilmot POV That little shit. Neriah dragged Jemisha, Regina, and me through the mud in front of the camera. I can’t get a hold of the producer to ask him not to include that footage. I’m going there first thing on Monday and demanding to speak with him. Jemisha shifted, and she has a weak brown wolf. She is not an Alpha, so that she wouldn’t have a strong wolf. She takes after her mother. Regina’s wolf isn’t strong either.

What the heck. “I am superior to you as of now. Surrender now.” Megat said with his arms crossed. “You think that you can defeat me?” Crone pointed his index finger at Megat. “I could, unless you surrender.” Megat said. Crone smiled. “You talk too much. [Explosion]!” Upon citing it, Megat exploded in a cloud of black smoke. The smoke was very thick and one could not see through it. Crone huffed. “Hmph! That’s right, know your place insect!” Crone chuckled at the success of his trap. “Hah… I should get out of here now-”

said Natalie, The giant centipede leaped off the sky scrapper and flew toward the ship. We chased after the elongated -machine as it fored its lasers at the team. "Whatever Vanity is up to, they have a crazy imagination is said Adrian • ' 'I mean a damn Eentopted,?," we flew closer and closer to the machine bot out of nowhere, a large heroes of purple plasma knocked the machine out of the sky. "Maddie, did you get another new power?"

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

To him, they weren't family; they were competitors that were no longer a problem. The lack of emotion that purebloods seemed to operate with concerned me. Adam was the only one whom I found to be even somewhat emotional-even then it was fervent and sensual, not sadness, sorrow, or even joy. Both Jace and Diedrick were both robots that were ruthless, even towards family, in achieving power and status. Because Diedrick had decided to stay-whether it was out of pity or duty, I wasn't sure-Adam and I had the plane to ourselves.

“So what if he was a 4S-class whatever? He’s hoarding Earth’s Teardrop! That’s the sort of sh*t you do to paint a big-*ss target on your head. He’s a dead man, guys. He just hasn’t known it yet!” “Damn straight. Look at the sheer number of powerhouses in this entire mountain!” “I’ll report this to Mr. Zeus. He’s a 4S-class transhuman too, remember? He’s like some kinda Superman! With him, we’re definitely getting the Earth’s Teardrop back in no time flat!” The foreigners began to spread the news until, finally, it landed on the ears of Mr. Zeus. A bloodcurdling grin surfaced to his lips as he looked at Zayn’s direction. “You’re my match, 4S-class Rheasian man.”