Optimus Prime X Ratchet Novels & Stories

I could only stare at the figure standing on the observation deck. He didn't wear a silver mask. He wore a sharp, charcoal-gray suit that looked exactly like the one Ryan had worn in New York, but his skin was a translucent map of silver mercury. The Second Prime. The architect of the "River Pact" ten years ago. “You’re looking at the arm, Phoenix,” the Second Prime spoke. His voice was a flawless, terrifying baritone—a chorus of a thousand Kings speaking through one stolen throat. “You think it’s a tax. A curse for being the Mother.”

Waiting until there were no witnesses. With slow, careful movements, Clarissa turned the handle and opened the door. Light from the corridor spilled in slightly, falling across the bed where Junior slept curled up. A Transformers robot toy was clutched tightly to his chest. Optimus Prime. A gift from Alina for Junior's third birthday. Clarissa knew this because she'd heard the story countless times. From Margaret. From the staff. Even from Junior himself when the boy was still comfortable enough to talk to her. "Mama Alina said Optimus is strong like Junior. So Junior has to take care of him."

Kade’s POV The facility shook again, harder this time. Red emergency lights strobed across the hallway like blood pulsing through veins. Unit Prime’s grip on my throat loosened for a split second as it tilted its head, listening to something only it could hear. “Forsaken protocol, unauthorized.” I drove my knee into its gut and shoved it back. “Sounds like your masters are eating each other. How does that feel, you lab-grown freak?” Prime smiled, black blood dripping from its mouth. “It feels efficient. One problem takes the other one away.”

I did see a few cottages near his pack border when we were being escorted to the cell holding five days ago. He gave me a puzzled look and after what seemed like a couple of minutes which I guess was him thinking about what I said, ‘Okay, you've got yourself a deal.’ he said. Wow, that's good, he agreed to it, thank goddess. Because it's me Xavier wants, not Mel and I'm certain Noah would lay his life on the line for Mel, it's obvious how smitten they both are of each other already. My mate mind linked someone I guess, because minutes later, someone knocked on the door and came in. ‘This is Ethan, my Third in Command and the Gamma. He will take you to the cottage.’ my mate said. ‘Hello’, I s

The Geography of the Ransom Ethan didn't respond with words. He looked at the "Primary Screen" floating in the center of the room. It showed the "Sub-Surface" hangar, where Thomas was strapped into a "Zero-Point" extraction chair. Two "Recovery Scouts" stood over him, their "Kinetic" rifles leveled at the boy’s "Neural-Nodes."

This was a station of the Rust Network—a secretive, underground grid established by the watchmaker guilds of the previous century to keep communication lines open when reality itself fractured. "They've sealed the primary surface routes into the capital," Marcus groaned, his breath rattling as he clutched his broken ribs. The chase through the babool gauntlet had taken a massive toll on his physical strength. "If the Vanguard has already occupied the outer perimeter checkpoints, we won’t even make it past the Delhi border. Their chronal sensors will fry our internal clockworks before we can step onto the pavement." Ethan stood near the entrance, his long trench coat dripping with condensatio

The vibration traveled up through the stone floor, settling in my jaw. I looked up. A growl built in my throat, a guttural vibration that rattled my own teeth. Rax and his rebels were standing at the tunnel entrance. They had watched it all—the rise of the Phantom Wolf, the collapse, the return. Their skin was pale. Their hands shook so hard their rifles rattled. They looked like men who had seen the face of God and realized He had teeth. Rax walked forward. He moved slowly, his boots scraping against the grating—sharp, dry, too loud in the silence. He lowered his rifle. The barrel touched the ground with a dull metallic snap.

“Besides it ain’t your job to ask questions. Your job is to keep your mouth shut and keep this hunk of shit running. That’s what I bought and paid for.” “But Dodger why there? They’re just girls. He’ll destroy them. They don’t deserve that.” Ratchet glanced back at them. “Ratchet God Dammit just stop. You know damn well Doc Goodman pays the best for these kind of girls. Plus don’t let that older one fool ya. She uses weapons like a fucking assassin. I watched her shoot wild game like a pro. Don’t make me take you back to the slave market.” Dodger looked back in the mirror.” TANK DON’T TOUCH THE MERCHANDISE!”

It was not hard to tell that he had been chopped up while still alive. I stumbled a few steps backward fearfully, but Jorvan moved forward to stand by my shoulder. “His name is Felix Ratchett. In life, he was a cop who went after drug dealers. He was a good person. As a ghoul, he’s only grown more battle-hardened. He’s not very merciful toward players.” As Jorvan was still telling me about Felix, Felix had swung his chainsaw toward the table full of food. Luckily, Anella moved fast and used her hoe to block the chainsaw.