Optimus X Ratchet Novels & Stories

“You and Xavier should stop worrying about nothing. It wouldn't exactly do you good.” “Why are you so adamant with this guy,” Elora was relentless. “Betas have to be vetted before they get to interact with other betas. But this one has already dealt with your best men and—” “Oooh!” I screamed as Zack broke Ragnar’s stick. He swung, but Ragnar maneuvered him, grabbing his stick and using it on his leg and it broke. Zack fell to one knee and as Ragnar rushed towards him, Zack sent an uppercut that sent him sailing a few feet, landing on his back.

Sitting on a throne made of welded server racks was Torque. Torque was the lieutenant of the Ironheads. He was a nightmare of transhumanism gone wrong. His left arm had been replaced entirely by a heavy-duty hydraulic claw used for crushing cars. His right eye was a telescopic lens grafted directly into his skull. His skin was grey, pockmarked with chemical burns. "You the mechanics?" Torque asked. His voice was synthesized, buzzing through a speaker box embedded in his throat. "She is," Ren said, nudging Kara forward.

he said in exasperation. “I am Raija Rathbone because we are wed and you are Alpha of the Black Storm Pack, I am Luna,” I replied. “Release me warlock, I don't like being unable to move,” he snapped out at Atticus. “Promise that you will not harm us first,” I asserted and watched him reluctantly shrug. Nodding to my dad to release him, Atticus snapped his fingers and Axel shook himself. I was certain that he felt pins and needles throughout his body and was trying to expel the feeling.

“No one touches her.” The elder lifted her chin. “Then move first.” ⸻ The Strike Plan War council reconvened within the hour. Maps sprawled across the table. Kaden tapped a marked section of forest. “Viktor’s southern flank is thin. He pulled fighters for that stunt the other night.” “Good,” Damon replied. “We split. Ryker takes the western ridge. I lead the southern breach.” I stepped forward. “You’re not leaving me behind.” Damon’s jaw flexed.

Hundreds of people collapsed, their nervous systems beginning to seize under the weight of the monster’s presence. "Stand fast!" Xander roared, his golden aura erupting to shield the front rows of the assembly. He lunged at the Skitter-Wight, his Lycan-augmented speed allowing him to parry a strike from its obsidian claws. The impact sent a shockwave through the hall, shattering the marble desks of the front row. But Xander wasn't trying to kill it with force; he was the "Wall." He was holding the line so the "Scale" could work.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

The thermal shock broke the drone into pieces that fell onto the floor. The other two drones were already in the rafters. "Down!" Ryker said. He threw two daggers that hit the brass chassis of the climbing drones. The daggers made the drones really heavy so they fell to the floor. Before they could hit the ground Jaxon caught them in mid-air. He turned into his Varg form with fur on his shoulders and caught the drones in his bare hands. His Varg aura made the brass casings really hot. The internal logic boards melted. He dropped the smoking metal into the snow blowing in from the window.

“I truly must say, I am quite surprised to see that you have betrayed one of your own so easily. Then again, that honestly was a smart move on your part. Why fight when you could join greater, better werewolves and ensure better livelihood?” Ratchet held back a groan that threatened to form in his throat and slowly opened his eyes, not wanting to be found out by his kidnappers so soon of him regaining consciousness. His vision started blurry, but after blinking a few, they soon cleared, and he found himself surrounded by the many Neo Krawler werewolves that ambushed him and his group earlier. Thankfully, none of them seemed to have taken any notice to him, which was his only saving grace he

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.