Optimus Ultra Magnus Novels & Stories

He sat up in his chair and straightened his suit, not because it was wrinkled though- Megan suspected it was more of an habit with him than anything else, a mannerism whenever he wanted to say something serious. "Like I told you earlier," he began soon after, "Olympus is the United Nation's Covert Affairs Department on Threat Assessment and Response's paramilitary division. We're an autonomous unit that monitors the activities of the world for anything that can put it in danger, and respond when such threat arises with every resource at our disposal." "Resources which happen to include three superpowered teenagers," she completed for him. He nodded affirmative, smiling presumably at the way

Magnus roared and lunged for my shoulders, "You fucking bitch! I tried playing nice, but you keep forcing my hand. Dad made it clear that if you're not back by today, you're dead to all of us." Before I could strike back, a mechanized voice rang inside my head. [Quick Quest Unlocked: Let Magnus Blanc get a taste of free fall. Reward: 51% of Lumos Entreprise's stocks.] Lumos was the largest business empire in the city. Gabriel's company barely qualified as a warm-up act beside that juggernaut. I grabbed Magnus by the arm and flipped him over my shoulder. It took almost no effort. Magnus was the type who lived behind a computer screen, a basement-dwelling nerd with the physique of a couch pota

The additional touch also distinguished his new variant from the base model, so people wouldn't confuse it with a regular Octagon. "I think that's it. Well System, what do you think?" [Design Evaluation: Speed Demon.] Variant name: O-225CS Speed Demon Base model: Octagon O-225C Original Manufacturer: Globe-Elstar Corporation Weight Classification: Extreme Medium-Light Recommended Role: Anti-Light Mech Performance improvement: 7% Overall evaluation: The Speed Demon provides an alternative piloting style that does not fully live up to its concept. Too much performance has been sacrificed in order to achieve the desired speed and impact damage.

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

'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.

“Mommy, there are never enough robots! The Autobots need more troops!” I let out a long breath. “Your room is already full of robots. You don't even play with all of them.” Max shook his head hard, his messy hair moving with his movements. “That's because I need a bigger Optimus Prime! And Megatron! They have to fight!” I gave him a flat look. “I thought you already had Optimus and Megatron.” “But this is the NEW VERSION, Mommy!” he protested, emphasizing the word ‘new’ dramatically. “The cooler one! The one that talks and moves on its own!”

, she smiles. "The same way I'm going to be perfect in tearing you apart if you continue acting so...", Martins is retorting when Magnus glares at him. "Shut up", Magnus commands and Martins sighs. "One of you should bring me that list", he orders. The Alpha Ultra nearest to Gabriella collects the list and quickly brings it over to the Alpha Supreme. Magnus collects the paper immediately it gets to him then looks over the list slowly before looking to Gabriella again. "Well... That's a lot of packs", he chuckles. "So who do they think would make a better Alpha Ultra? Your father?"

He needed to cut the financial strings keeping the puppet moving. Standing behind a curved, ergonomic desk, Magnus crossed his massive arms. He loomed over the hunched, trembling figure of Aris, the pack’s head cyber-security technician. "You are moving too slowly," Magnus growled, his deep voice easily overpowering the hum of the servers. Aris flinched, his fingers freezing over the glowing mechanical keyboard. Sweat beaded heavily on his pale forehead, slicking his thin blonde hair. He pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose.

comments a new presence, the whole table stands in respect to Alpha Franklin, well except some obvious personalities who were in a higher rank than Romero. “I am still in charge Andrew, don’t you think so” Romero says as he walks closer to his son, when he reaches Andrew, he begins massaging his shoulders. “you know the tournament is coming up soon and we need Andrew to be who he is on the field” with that said Franklin taps his son on his shoulder and shows him the door.

Almost every martial artist of Earth had arrived and gathered at the peak of a mountain─the Omniscient Deity, Langston Lafleur, Tyrus Lafleur, Sky, Thomas Caden, Simon Cabral, Jackson Cabral, Bennett Caden, Callan Maverick, and many others. “Magnus is here.” Upon seeing Magnus who was standing at the peak of a mountain, the Omniscient Deity’s expression turned grim, and he said, “I wonder if James can create a miracle and defeat Magnus.” “Unlikely.” Langston shook his head slightly and said, “Although I really hope that James can emerge victorious, the power disparity between them is too great. Magnus is already at the Immortal Ascension’s Third Stair. No matter how insane James’ cultivation