Rodimus Prime Transformers Animated Novels & Stories

There was also a red light bar on the eye part of the helmet that gave the suit its futuristic RoboCop similarities. “You have a vector high energy machine gun that emerges from the suit’s left arm. You also have a tectonic laser sword that retracts out of the right arm of the suit. It’s kind of like a Star Wars lightsaber.” Irena giggled while trying to explain most of the suit’s features to Mark. Princess Death Row could see how Mark wasn’t fascinated by the suit he was about to put on, but she didn’t care.

Smith’s office. It was almost sunset. The room was illuminated by the orangish sun rays that refracted through the glass window of Dr. Smith’s office. The meeting began with much caution as the door was securely locked and all cellular phones were to be left outside, as ordered by Jude, or as they now call Dr. Lim. Everyone is back to their characters as scientists and researchers and the meeting begun with Dr. Lim announcing a terrible fact: “The Humanoids are back.” “These robots are mutated ones, thanks to the evil mastermind we have yet to track down.” With a sarcastic tune, he continued.

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE MOTHER] [STATUS: TERMINAL PETRIFICATION 94%] [VERDICT: EXHAUSTED CONDUCTOR] The Prime’s voice wasn't a sound; it was a tectonic roar that bypassed my ears and vibrated directly in my stone ribs. He ignored me. He looked at Leo—the "System Correction" he had planted in the bloodline five centuries ago. [REMAINDER. RETURN. REBOOT.] Leo went rigid. His small fists opened, his gold static flaring until the room turned white. He didn't look at the Prime with hate; he looked at him with a terrifying, clinical devotion.

Arman then drinks the blood in Romulus' hand. Once Arman did all that, Romulus' smile grew wider, He decided to wait for Arman's transformation to end. Many tentacles sprouted out of Arman’s back spine and slowly grew longer and longer, those tentacles ordered themselves just like a wing of an angel or more like a devil in this case. His skin slowly turns darker as his hair color becomes paler. Seeing that Arman's transformation has ended, Romulus extends his hand again as he wants to raise Arman up.

He goes silent for ten whole seconds before replying in a different tone, “The Optimus Prime is bigger too right, Mummy? Optimus Prime is one hundred thousand times bigger than Superman, right Mummy? Right?" I heave in relief when he's no longer upset by the excitement of his voice, "Yeah. Optimus Prime can even transform into robot and truck but Superman cannot." Being a mom of two boys, my life is filled with robots and superheros. I can't help but wonder if I'm having boys too or girls for a change when I was pregnant with his children. Crisis is resolved; Cruz agreed to wear the Optimus Prime pyjamas. I glance at my watch to check the time, it's 7. No wonder they are having pyjamas battl

In the Estate Gardens, about Four Years Later... The most feared creature in all of the Western Seaboard, the Alpha Prime of the Shadow Sovereigns, the King of Wolves, was now currently pinned to the grass, defeated. "Surrender now!" a high pitched voice squeaked. "Never, I do not surrender. " Alex growled playfully, though he made no effort to move his massive arms, which were currently being held down by two forty pound terrors. "Attack!" the second voice commanded.

“And as for you, Councilwoman, your thoughts betray you. I am officially placing you on notice. Next time you speak out of turn, you’ll find yourself entertaining a visit from Straider and his team.” He pressed the command on his slayer bracelet. The restraint on Rodic’s wrist clicked open and fell to the marble floor. “Your training is complete, Prince Rodic,” Mikan said, smiling now. “Enjoy your life as a dragon.” Rodic stared at the fallen restraint, stunned. He looked to his father, who gave a small nod through their telepathic link: Be good, son. A grin broke across Rodic’s face. In a burst of light, he transformed into a sleek, seven-foot black-and-red dragon and began exploring the th

“Never.” Liora’s voice cut through the pain. “Kade! The self-destruct sequence! There’s a manual override!” Before I could reach for it, Prime spun me around and pinned me against the glass of a gestation tank. A half-formed enhanced wolf floated inside, inches from my face. “Watch,” Prime whispered. “This is what you will become.” Then the entire facility shook like something was about to pull it off its foundations. And it wasn't coming from us but from something outside.

With eyes seemingly blazing from determination, Sir Rigor's energy can't get any more infectious. When I was a kid, I was an avid fan of the transformers. Optimus Prime's motivational speeches had me standing on my theatre seat and convinced me to fight the Decepticons. Sir Rigor resembles him right now. "We're ready when you're ready, Miles. Ten thousand of my men are encircling the harbor... " With my fingers shivering and my head facing the ground, I muttered, "Before I use my enhancement, I have a request, Sir Rigor."

Then he turned the camera to Mischa, who was sitting in the background with the calm expression of a Russian senator fresh from a parliamentary hearing. “Mischa, say something!” Mischa raised an eyebrow. “If your Transformer explodes, I won’t help put out the fire.” “She’s being mean, Mommy,” Max whined. “Because you played robot sounds at three in the morning,” Mischa replied flatly, eyes still on the book in her hands. “And I couldn’t sleep because Optimus Prime woke me up sounding like... Uncle Igor with a cold.” Igor replied emotionlessly, “Optimus Prime doesn’t get colds.”