Optimus Prime X Ratchet Novels & Stories

He didn’t even look over. Bryan dodged another beam, his hair getting singed. “YOU DUMBASS, WE’RE GOING TO DIE IF THIS CONTINUES!” Classy was trying to get closer to the robot, but its targeting system was tracking all movement. “WHAT THE… ITS ARMOR IS TOO DENSE!” “It’s made of reinforced titanium alloy,” I called out, my voice amplified. “Do you really think the amateur-stage X-02 would be that simple?” Bryan groaned, rolling behind a concrete barrier that was part of the training course. “AMATEUR? YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”

His legs were weak, his internal stabilizers struggling to recalibrate after the merger, but he stood tall as he saw a familiar silhouette emerging from the smoke of a nearby chemical fire. Jax was limping, his face covered in soot and his left arm hanging uselessly at his side, but he was grinning. Behind him stood a small army of the dispossessed Node 402, the street-techs from Dr. Aris’s district, and the "Grit-Jackers" who had spent their lives hiding from the Obsidian Circle’s sensors. "You look like hell, Vance," Jax rasped, stopping a few feet away. He looked at Alexander’s glowing eyes, and his expression softened into one of awe. "But I’m guessing you’re not just 'Vance' anymore, ar

Her lips parted with a scathing statement, but before she could catch her breath, he was stepping into the Control Room and speaking to the neon-haired werewolf on patrol. “We need transportation, asap.” The warrior with his strange colour combination of hair shaved close to his head, and his large body covered with a variety of weapons, rose to his feet, clearly under orders to offer Rhye whatever he needed. “Follow me, alpha.” Wryly marvelling at what Trevor would demand in compensation for his hospitality, Rhye followed the werewolf across the room. Waiting for the attendant to push open a narrow door, he wasn’t shocked to discover the enormous underground garage that held a half dozen gl

The air was crisp with the promise of dawn as Jake tightened his leather armor, preparing for the hunt. His eyes held a mix of worry and determination, the lines of tension etched into his face deepening as he turned to me. I stood in the doorway of our room, arms crossed, pretending to be calm. "You don’t have to do this alone," I said softly. Jake stepped closer, his presence grounding. "This is something I need to do. Jacob is my responsibility, Prisca. He’s done enough damage, and it’s time I put an end to it."

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

Roman asked me like someone who is always annoying, and I sighed deeply, throwing the book away at the wall, making him jump out of fright. "Can you shut the fuck up?!" I snapped angrily at him, he huffed and pouted like a deadass grumpy child. "Hey, I protected the princess, as you said." Ashton came into my library place with his undercover face, he changed as he passed a hand over his face, then returned to his usual face. His power is basically copying and changing his face into an undercover, useful for spying, Roman is skilled in flying and moving quickly like a flash while I can do whatever I want with a flick of my finger like disappearing, telekinesis, looking into someone memories.

“I think you’ve said enough.” Kendrick nodded once. “I probably have.” Then he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket. “I just wanted to give—” Xavier immediately moved in front of me. “What the hell are you reaching for?”

His body shimmered and began to shift. The transformation was both terrifying and beautiful. Bones cracked, muscles stretched, and thick fur—deep obsidian with streaks of silver—rippled across his growing frame. In seconds, the man was gone, replaced by the majestic beast that was his wolf, Ravik. Massive and regal, Ravik stood taller than any other werewolf on the field. His glowing golden eyes shone with a fierce determination, and his presence radiated raw, unyielding power. He didn’t wait. With a snarl that echoed across the shore, he sprinted through the rift. The crack sealed behind him the moment his hind legs crossed the line.

He was unarmed, deep in the bowels of a city that wanted him dead, with his wife fighting a psychic war sixty floors above. "Obsolete," he repeated, looking around the scrap heap. His eyes landed on a discarded servo-motor from a construction mech. It was heavy, rusted, and leaking hydraulic fluid. Beside it lay a length of high-tensile titanium chain. Dax smiled a cold, jagged expression that promised violence. He stripped the motor, wrapping the chain around his fist like brass knuckles, leaving a three-foot length trailing like a whip. He wasn't a Paladin anymore. He wasn't a Guardian. He was the Wolf of the Waste.

My throat had completely locked up, the phantom memory of the iron collar choking me all over again. I severed my connection to the purple mainframe crystal, leaving a recursive deletion virus behind to melt the server's hardware, and slipped back out through the maintenance shafts. My movements were no longer fluid; they were rigid, mechanical, driven by a cold, abyssal fury that was rapidly overdrawing my newly restored 100% capacity. When I burst out into the freezing rain of the courtyard, Xander was already shifting back into his human form, pulling a dark tactical jacket over his scarred shoulders.