Ratchet X Optimus Novels & Stories

After all, a leader still needed useful underlings. Before, for Rex and the others' sake, he had deliberately slowed down. But now, with his life on the line, he unleashed his full power. Behind him, snow exploded into the air like a waterfall and a fog. Which two people had he taken with him? Rex and Moose. Rex had a force field. Moose could control machinery. They were the most useful to him. Since he could only save two, he naturally chose the ones who benefited him the most. Riley and the other three could only watch as Lucas fled with the pair. Despair spread across their faces.

Rach comes back to the table and looks at Titan and pouts. "Titan no you are not taking her from me." Titan flashes her a toothy smile his brown eyes sparkling and turning to me, he puts his arm around my shoulders and looks back at Rach who plonks herself down in the seat he vacated shooting him daggers with her bright green eyes from across the table.

I lifted my hand stopping them. "Thank you all for being present today on short notice, Now for business. Today at dusk, I want us to take over the deminer pack, under the rule of alpha Troy. He is new in this position and an absolute amateur. I wish to hear your opinions on how you think it is best to take over. " I concluded taking a seat. Firstly, Daxton decided he'd give his suggestion. "Well I think it's really simple, we just waltz in there and kill whoever fights us. End of story. Now can I go?" he asked. I ignored his statement and turned to William.

When the door opened and Rachel walked into the space provided for them, Optimist rolled his eyes with disinterest while Rachel ran towards him excitedly. Before Rachel could get to him, he took a seat instead and crossed his legs with his back leaned against the chair. Rachel’s smile slipped away and she scratched her head in embarrassment as she took a seat as well. “Why haven’t you come to see me, Xander?” She challenged him as tears shimmered in her eyes. Optimist lost his balance at the mention of his biological name. He leaned forward, very close to Rachel’s face, and grabbed her chin roughly. “Are you tired of living?” he growled softly as he searched his sides cautiously for the offi

Each one could level an entire city block. And there weren’t one or two. There were five of them. Marcus turned toward Aurora. “Who the hell owns machines like that?” The answer came through the communications channel. Alexander Ravel’s voice. Calm. Cold. Victorious. “I do.” Aurora stared at the approaching war machines. Even Leviathan suddenly seemed small compared to the advancing titans. Ravel continued. “You’ve impressed me tonight, Aurora Hale.” Lightning flashed. The fortress walkers moved closer. Their cannons slowly rotated toward the estate.

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

“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?”

It had a long neck connected to two spiny bodies with appendages of different proportions, all of which bore sharp spikes and ended in talons. Vincent spoke an inaudible sound which seems to be its name. “Incapacitate them,” he ordered it. “AS YOU DESIRE” answered the creature with a voice coming from deep underground. Long appendages suddenly burst out, pinning the 4 assailants to the walls. Octavius, quick on his feet, was able to dodge the spiked arms, he even ripped one of them off. “Good, but not enough!” hissed the youngest Morell, making a meal out of the severed appendage.

“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!”

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the