Optimus Prime X Ratchet Novels & Stories

The network he’d spent years building was bleeding from the inside. Raven moved to the wall panel, fingers gliding over the manual override. “Backup power’s intact,” she said quietly, “but they knew how to stall the response time. That’s military precision.” “Or Evelyn’s precision,” Jaxon murmured. The emergency lights flicked fully on, bathing the room in cold red. In that glow, Jaxon looked like something ancient and dangerous, more warlord than man. Then Viktor’s voice came again, lower this time. “Boss… it’s Marcus.”

“Maddie, do you think that’s a good………….” “I can handle it, Rick,” I surprisingly srapped at him. “Just trust the damn thing,” Rick and Eric followed up the attack as Eric telekinetically grappled junk from the destroyed convoys around us to knock the omegation backwords. But the huge robot caught its feeting and fired a cluster of missile at us. “I’m on it,” Rick said. Rick summoned the spirits of a snake and a karoevou as he jumped tern feet in the air he elongated his body to grasp each missile and flung them back at the omegation.

Zip, zilch, nada. As I scrolled the screen, I watched it bounce back to the original state because there was absolutely nothing to scroll against. "What do you mean?" Came the sudden outraged cry of a female specimen in the cafeteria. I averted my gaze from my phone that was filled with loneliness and tried to find out what caused the ruckus. My gaze darkened when it settled on the Prime Empire's table. The brunette from earlier was on her feet, fire burning in her eyes. Amusement at her demeanor flew in the air between the members of the Prime.

It had a long neck connected to two spiny bodies with appendages of different proportions, all of which bore sharp spikes and ended in talons. Vincent spoke an inaudible sound which seems to be its name. “Incapacitate them,” he ordered it. “AS YOU DESIRE” answered the creature with a voice coming from deep underground. Long appendages suddenly burst out, pinning the 4 assailants to the walls. Octavius, quick on his feet, was able to dodge the spiked arms, he even ripped one of them off. “Good, but not enough!” hissed the youngest Morell, making a meal out of the severed appendage.

Their safety. Safety was a myth. A game of trust that one liked playing, and yet, knew that they couldn’t afford losing. I learned that the moment my mother’s blood soaked the wooden floor of our childhood home. I learned that the moment I felt her powers surge through my veins like it was a pulse knowing where to go. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking. Xavier Blackthorn. He was everything Lorenzo hated and everything Annalise wanted. Which made him dangerous.

Ryan explains putting a black piece in my left ear. “ Now we can communicate with you through this and we can hear everything you hear. We won’t turn it on until you leave the territory. We will be able to hear everything you do, and if you do end up in any danger on the way we will be able to walk you through what you have to do.” Creed added. “Now with this connected to your shirt” Ryan started taking out a black pin and pinning it to my shirt

"Exactly," Raven said, pulling a specialized wrench from his belt. "It’s a resonance issue. It’s not dangerous yet, but if you leave it, the system will eventually over-correct and shut the whole line down. That’s what happened two days ago. The machines are trying too hard to be perfect. Sometimes, you have to loosen the bolts just a fraction to give them room to breathe."

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.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

I dressed all my rogues in black suits as well as myself. "Morning Baron" said Red as he stepped into my room while the door was open. "Morning Red. What do you want?" I replied. "Are you sure this truce is going to work?" Asked Red. "Of course it will. They don't want battles anymore. We are stronger and faster than them. They may have the numbers but we are more powerful" I replied. "What if they choose to ambush us?" Asked Red again.