Optimus X Ratchet Novels & Stories

For hours, I've been sitting on the damn chair that supported my heavyweight. "I helped you catch most of them, can you do the rest?" Rhyker asked him. "No worries, thank you for your help." He replied and took care of Felix who was completely knocked out. I glanced at him quickly at his lifeless body while Rhyker picked me up to leave the abandoned warehouse. "We freed the people that were locked here, some of them are even receiving the best treatment that we are offering." Rhyker explained the situation to me while carrying me out, his hands holding my waist and legs. I leaned toward his strong muscular chest, he let out a deep chuckle.

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.

“You were taken from the forest and brought to Doctor Goodman’s pet shop. I can’t let him hurt you. I’m going to try and get you two out of here. I am truly sorry that this happened.” “Who are you?” Were the first words out of her mouth. “They call me Ratchet. I’m a slave.” He pointed to his collar.”Dodger bought me from the slaver market because I have no house mark. Plus I am a mutant.” Cassia looked at him curiously. “Mutant? You look like a wildling to me.” “A wildling? I have never heard that term before.” Ratchet felt the heaviness on his heart lighten up with her words.” You were found in the woods with two other mutants, were they your slaves?”

if that even makes sense. On the other hand, I was still getting used to calling Raaz as Axton. Not that I was used to calling him Raaz for long, but in some way, him getting his memories back meant that it wouldn’t be long before him and I go our separate ways. ‘What are you?’ ‘A werewolf.’ That’s what he had told me last night, before bursting out laughing to tell me it was a joke. ‘Damn! You should have seen your face!’ ‘That was so not funny!’

She then sent another ping, this time at an unusually large engineer's workshop a dozen or so meters south of town hall. “I have detected signals from another partially-assembled Stormrider here,” Raijin said. “Please avoid damaging it.” “Wilco,” said Xylo. T-Rex appeared on Amelia’s comms displays, his face filled with excitement. “How about us?” he asked. “What do we do?” He, Fluke, and Locke were all in his corvette a dozen meters above Amelia. The oddly named “Mr. Jurassic” was an A-ranked OmniLux Group “High Executive” Luxury Corvette.

Chris swallowed, looking like he was about to make a break for it. But Jaxon was there in seconds, and as he launched he first punch, his eyes instantly turned pitch black, like he was letting his fury loose. Juliette watched, sickened as Jaxon's fist connected with Chris's nose. Chris stumbled back, his hands on his nose. Red blood dripped from his hands and to the floor. Juliette let in a shaky breath, slighty relieved that he wasn't a skinwalker. She watched as Chris took Jaxon's ever furious hit, allowing himself to be beaten by his leader. Juliette realized with a sinking stomach, that that was what Alpha's do. He was showing his respect to his King, keeping his honor.

He knows how to handle all of us. "We're still waiting for the other members," Zach said calmly while reading a newspaper. He's no longer our leader, but he still acts like he is. He was the one who left. "Seriously, Zachary... You're not even allowed to be here. This is a Nexus talk. Are you a Nexus? No," Xaiver Russo said and shrugged. He's still wearing his race car suit... Aside from being the CEO of a huge company, he's also a famous car racer. He says it's just a hobby.

Aria recognized him from the patrol rosters—small, wiry, always the one sent ahead when they needed someone few would miss if things went wrong. “Garron,” he said. “Omega. Scout.” He scratched at the back of his neck, then dropped his hand, forcing himself to still. “When fights broke out under Rowan,” he said, “I was always in the first group out. They told me I was fast. Tough. Good at not dying.” A humorless chuckle went around the room. “They also told me,” he added, gaze hardening, “that if anyone had to fall, it would be me. Because Alphas are too valuable. ‘We can always get more omegas,’ they said.”

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.