Sad Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

"Well, we thought we had contained the robot and made it ours. So we wanted to see if indeed that was true. I thought it better to use it as surveillance on you out there instead of having to give my soldiers the task. Little did we know that it would send signals back to the Force when powered on and send its location to them. I'm really sorry, I really am." "As if sorry would have brought us back to life had we died," frothed Sam as he turned to leave Koyala's office. Kran put his hand on Sam's shoulder to stop him from leaving but he twisted his hands and warned him not to touch him again. Koyala nodded his eyebrows to signal that he would be allowed to pass.

She was at the airport, busy sending Ian off. The system even streamed the live footage for me. I watched them embrace tightly. Ian kissed her, and though Diane turned her head slightly, she didn't pull away. To any onlooker, they looked like lovers torn apart by reluctant separation. My face turned ashen. I silently activated the robot I had long prepared. Then I closed my eyes and never opened them again. The system handled the disposal of my body. Then it asked me: [Host, you've willingly abandoned your mission, transferring the cancer cells meant for your target into your own body. Are you certain you have no regrets?]

Paloma is a pessimist and crusher. '

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

Jacob’s POV, “I don’t know what’s going on, but Sadie and her parents are on there way back now.” Doctor Kim sat me down and told me. We had to be there when they released her to me at the police station where they would be arrested for leaving with her. Sadie had a lot of talents but mind control was not one of them. I was confused but happy at the same time. I couldn’t wait to get my girl back. “Just understand this. Even though Sadie’s parents bring her back. We still have to prove that Sadie is not crazy and can cope in this world without help.” I understood what the doctor was saying, but as long as I had Sadie I knew this was all going to work out.

He's sobbing on the other line, and it breaks my heart how I've already become a bad mom by leaving him for work, and now I even forget the one thing that makes my son happy. "I'm so sorry, Honey. I forgot to put it in the bag." The cries become louder so I quickly continue, "How about you wear the Optimus Prime pyjamas? It's so much cooler than Superman." "Optimus Prime?” “Yeah I put it in the bag. Ask Daddy for the much cooler Optimus Prime pyjamas. Okay Honey?” 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?"

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

"If you take one more step toward Rebirth City... I will initiate a 'Global Liquidation.' I will shut down every reactor on this planet. I will let the cold take you all before I let you touch my son. Stay on your side of the ledger, or I will delete your entire history." The silence from the global feed was a pressurized vacuum. I saw the pack logos on the monitors flinch—Southern, Eastern, Coastal—their icons flickering with a sudden, rationalized terror. They realized then that I wasn't an Omega they could discard. I was the debt they could never pay. "Mommy..." Leo tugged at my sleeve. He was looking at the floorboards. His neck clicked—that mechanical stutter. "The Fourth Prime... he’s

To the locked door that should have made this impossible. "Papa?" A small voice from the corridor made everyone turn. Junior stood there with Mrs. Helen, face wet with tears, eyes red and swollen. Staring at the plastic shard in Daniel's hand with immediate recognition. "Is that... is that Optimus?" his voice broke. "Is that my Optimus?" Daniel closed his eyes briefly. Then knelt down, eye level with Junior. "Sweetheart, I think—" "WHY IS IT BROKEN?!" Junior's voice rose to a wail. "WHY IS OPTIMUS BROKEN?!"

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow