Optimus Prime X Megatron Comic Novels & Stories

Still as Prime he had too, this was not just about him. “I don’t know, I haven’t seen any of you have a true weakness yet. Besides the normal one that we all have getting wounded. I suppose there was a suggestion while you were ill. From what I saw, you might be a piece that would cause your people great harm. Though how I don’t know. It really doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t go against you. It would be completely foolish of me to do so. Your people are the only ones that stand between us and the truly evil creatures out there.” He was silent a moment and they paused half way down the hall. He glanced out the window. Sybil thought he looked even more tired for a moment, and yet regal in a way tha

This made Lucas disappointed as the thought of him feasting on tiger meat disappeared the moment the tiger was robotic. "Any one of you, finish it off," said Lucas while puckering his lips. Biggy, Scarlet, White Doll, and Rayne began to discuss amongst themselves. In the end, it was Biggy who stood up and finished it off. After all, he was the leader of the Apocalyptic Legion. It was as though the sky was splitting and the earth was quaking when Biggy launched his attack. With Biggy’s Earth-Shattering Fist landing on the 10 meter-long robotic tiger's head, the latter fell to the ground immediately. This was because the robotic tiger was only a Rank 4 being.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

“No, it can’t be.” The self-centered guitarist felt a cold, crippling shock run down his spine after seeing the mysterious image. Taylor felt a similar dread. “I saw this image the first time I got Barracuda,” Taylor in awe. The image was a humanoid Kaiju covered in purple and black armor, but with the head of an octopus. “Is that --” “Mason Black,” Soundhound answered before Taylor could finish.

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE MOTHER] [STATUS: TERMINAL PETRIFICATION 94%] [VERDICT: EXHAUSTED CONDUCTOR] The Prime’s voice wasn't a sound; it was a tectonic roar that bypassed my ears and vibrated directly in my stone ribs. He ignored me. He looked at Leo—the "System Correction" he had planted in the bloodline five centuries ago. [REMAINDER. RETURN. REBOOT.] Leo went rigid. His small fists opened, his gold static flaring until the room turned white. He didn't look at the Prime with hate; he looked at him with a terrifying, clinical devotion.

All functions of the giant Mega were based on some memory cards. Smith smile was one of the engendering department who had been planted since childhood into the Tec unit of Corn city, her mother gave both to her on war ground when the world were at war with past Perils, the baby was found crying loudly, and since he could not be adentified with any country he was taking to the motherless home facilities located in Corn city, he was twelve, when a strange visitor came to him, and let him knew who he was and why he was planted into the country, Corn city was known to be leading in science and technology, and his job was to learn it all, few years later his outstanding success in education got

Strider and the emperor underwent the same mutation through the worms from Isle 416 meteorites. The two of them were akin to two peas in a pod. Looking at Remy, Strider calmly said, "Feel free to kill me if I ever turn into that." Strider closed the distance between him and the emperor. They could not afford to drag out the fight any longer, not when the emperor was growing stronger with each passing minute. Transforming into a blur, he launched a barrage of attacks at the emperor's head.

Usually, she seemed serious and like there was a heavy weight on her shoulders. Past Trenton shook his head a few times as he watched her skip away. It didn't take long for him to follow her, minus the skipping. When the scene paused I turned to the present Trenton. “Back then I remembered thinking you were like a ray of light that might be able to change our fates. It wasn’t until meeting you again last year that this version of you was the true ray of sunshine. I think that your initial plan to get Cyran and me on the same page will work. If we combine our efforts, we might be able to deal with the council and Arion.” Trenton had a soft smile on his face, just as his former self had.

There was no grass, no snow, only a pile of micro-circuits pulsing with a constant neon blue light. That is not soil, Bima whispered, realizing they were still trapped in an illusion deeper than he had ever imagined. The entity laughed, a hollow, dry sound. You are quite clever for an organic unit that is about to be defragmented, the entity remarked, its outstretched hand slowly morphing into a blade of liquid metal. Core Prime does not need two Bimas. It only needs one that carries no emotional burden. Bima felt his blistered fists begin to leak the residual golden energy stored within his muscle cells.

There's no denying she was very sick when Meagan and I fetched her as a child. I pull a large section of my hair in frustration this time. I really need to visit Sarn and his mate, Sierra. It took a long time to forgive what he did to Roxy and Ashrac. Now I'm just relieved he's finally happy. And living in the earth's realm, he or even his mate might understand what Pepper is. Because I know she's more than human.