Optimus Prime X Megatron Novels & Stories

Lucas grinned like a child. "It's the fastest mech the world has ever seen," he declared. "If the Exodus is the dark horse of mechs, the Xiezhi is the king. The Prototype is faster overall, but the Xiezhi can hit insane speeds for a few seconds at a time, letting it move in the blink of an eye!" Lucas slapped the bunk, rattling the twin beds. "Imagine marching up to Axion Industries in a Korean mech. With the speed that thing has, we could end the war in hours!"

Steve asked, cheeks taking on a red tint once again. “Well, you were mostly correct with Star. She had brain enhancements that hinder her ability to express emotion. She also has eye enhancements that kind of make her beautiful green eyes look dead.” Aeon started, voice taking on some sadness for her friends. “J7 has both his legs replaced, including the hip bone. He can run damn near forever because of it.

had been Severed. But in the center of the valley, Xander wasn't moving. He was still in his wolf form, but he was no longer silver. He was as black as obsidian, his body still smoking from the "Overload" I had channeled through him. The "Liquid Data" around him had hardened into a permanent, glassy crater. "Xander?" I whispered into the comms. No response. [SYSTEM_LOG: LOCAL_ADMIN_STABLE] [WARNING: PRIMARY_HARDWARE_CORE_OFFLINE]

“You’re a thief.” He popped the potato into his mouth anyway. After chewing thoughtfully, he nodded. “Excellent.” Evelyn folded her arms triumphantly. “I taught her.” I pointed at myself. “I did at least twenty percent of the work.” “I’ll be generous,” Xavier said. “Twenty-five.” “Wow.” “I’m an optimist.” For a moment, it felt… Normal. Like we really were a family. Something flustered in my chest just thinking about it. I am starting to feel like I belong which is dangerous because what happens when the contract comes to an end?

"The Sovereign-Mates are deemed Irreparable. Initiate Full-Deletion." The Centinel lunged, its limbs made of "Optimization-Scythes."

“I am going to need you to help me, not stand against me. You are the one person who can actually help.” For a long moment, Maxine didn’t speak. Then she sat back, folding her hands. “Alright. Tell me what you need.” I looked at her, really looked, and for the first time, saw not just my lawyer, but the only ally I had left. “Everything,” I said quietly. “I need to make this real. I need it to stand. If Xavier tries to shut me down, I want him to find out that I already built something he can’t break.”

'Alpha Maximus,' Micah says, graciously bowing his head. 'Micah, we were just talking about you,' Alpha Maximus says. 'Oh really? Good things, I hope?' He says and smiles at me endearingly. I blush, 'Come on, Dad, move out of the way so Micah can come inside. You take up the whole doorframe, you know?' 'I'm a Lycan. I can't help being this big,' he shrugs, steps away from the door, and returns to the dining table.

He had shown no hint of fear against enemy armies, but in front of the graves, James was a puddle of tears. “General, Megatron Group, belonging to the Xaviers, will be having a celebratory banquet tonight. Megatron and Celestial have signed a permanent agreement. From now on, Megatron will have early access to Celestial’s orders before letting the other groups and companies choose. The head of the Xaviers is also turning eighty today. It’s a double celebration.” “Megatron…” James clenched his fists. Megatron was the Cadens’ family business. Now, it had fallen into the Xaviers’ hands.

"I think I'll go find him. Enjoy yourself tonight." I smiled at Nwabueze as Adam and I walked away. "Who was that?" I asked. "Nwabueze Oghojafor," Adam replied. "He's the Beta Superior over the African packs, based in Nigeria. His father, Orabueze, is the Alpha." I nodded. "He seemed nice." "He is," Adam said, waving at someone. "He and his father are very close allies of ours." "I thought Europe was your closest ally?" I asked, lowering my voice.

Most others who weren’t his kind tended to question, they didn’t want to believe. “You have me with you, that is weapon enough.” Or he hoped so, but he knew that Kal and Mecir were here watching and had already killed a couple Xolotl, but not the queen if you would. One that was older and stronger and lead the others. Xolotl operated in groups with a queen or master directing their moves. They needed to get that one in order to disorientate the rest and kill them or at the very least get them to flee and leave. This group of creatures had come here because there wasn’t much opposition.