Ratchet X Optimus Novels & Stories

"Do it! Or we all die!" Jack looked at the helicopter circling back for another run. He looked at the black water. He cursed. He gunned the engine. His snowmobile leaped forward, but it didn't have enough runway to reach top speed. Sebastian’s snowmobile roared up behind him. CRUNCH. Sebastian rammed the front of his machine into the back of Jack’s sled. The Ratnik-3 Exoskeleton whirred as Sebastian stood up on the pedals, using his enhanced strength to force the machine down, creating more traction.

“And are the eight of you still interested in following your dead Alpha or would you follow Xavier now?” “We would follow him,” they chorused in fear and scrambled beside Xavier. They got mixed up in the crowd of werewolves pretty soon and Rhea smiled at how well she had solved the problem. “I believe we have had a very successful trade here today, cousin,” she smiled. “I spared your lives and you gave me your sister. However, I would not be so merciful when next we meet.” “I wouldn’t be merciful either, dear cousin,” Xavier replied trying to look tough. Layla and Jimin knew he was scared. Rhea’s super speed was going to put them all at a huge disadvantage.

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.

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.

Chuck said with the anger in his voice becoming too obvious. Everyone had the right to be furious as it stands. "There's nothing to judge other than doing what everyone wants" Carly said as everyone nodded to it. "No! If you do this then that psycho that calls herself Raven would deal with all of us. She gave us three days..." Mr Tartal flared up. "Three days before she kills you and not us. We will save our heads. How about you protect yourselves with your Betas, gammas, omegas and the likes. Your members are larger than ours. I'm advising you as a friend" Rufus said taking up his things.

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

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.

she whispered. Outside, the city waited. The docks still breathed salt and oil, indifferent and sprawling, but inside that warehouse, the first battle of reclamation had been won. Jaxon and Raven emerged as a single force, tethered by trust, obsession, and unshakable defiance. They moved together to the SUVs, bodies tight, alert, and ready. Zane groaned in the background, still alive, still breathing,but beaten, humiliated, and watched. A reminder that every empire had cracks, and that a single spark, wielded with skill and unflinching determination, could set it all aflame.

“ I know but let them go. You have already done enough to them. Xavier is back on his feet though he limps as he moves to the truck. ‘ I will send some warriors to help you.’ He mind links me and I simply shake my head. ‘ I have taken down men bigger than him.’ I reply and he gives me a confident small smile. Like promised he makes it to the truck and the engine comes to life. “ You can do this Lucy!” He shouts as he drives away to take the sick members. Raymond grows and the horns on his beat head grow longer. His nails grow sharpers and his canines are past his lips. Everything about him changes like some kind of powerup in a game. He doesn't give me time. He lungs at him at a very fast sp

It’s like I got a new toy but the feeling is a hundred times better because I get to shape the toy into something I’ll enjoy far more than the original version. I take a deep breath, clear my throat, and use the most serious voice I can force out. “I want you to address me as Sir Garfield the Red cat, the father of Optimus Prime Ophelia Megatron Vincent, the greatest little girl the world has seen.” Ragh simply stares at me but doesn’t bother to repeat. Instead, he shifts on his feet a little uncomfortably and grumbles, “is there a short version for the name you just told me? I doubt I’ll remember a sentence as complicated as your name is.”