Sentinel Prime Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

I said, "keep filming. If the world stops watching, the ink runs dry." --- ### The Gates of Prime We ran. Rowan, Sam, and a dozen other "Restored" survivors followed the golden path. We didn't need cars. The road moved beneath us, a treadmill of pure intent. As we reached the gates of the Aethel-Prime tower, the "Real World" security was waiting. They weren't robots. They were men in black tactical gear, holding rifles. "Stop!" the commander yelled. "You are trespassing on private property! These 'Organisms' are corporate assets!"

He sliced through the shadow-hand, but it just reformed, multiplying into a dozen translucent figures—the Prime-Sentinels. They were reflections of us. A shadow-Félix, a shadow-Magnus, a shadow-Runa. They moved with a terrifying, liquid grace, their eyes two pits of cold, indigo hunger. "DEFEND THE ANCHOR!" Valerius II roared, leading his iron-shifters into the fray.

"Para sa mga Guardians na hindi tinatablan ng bala." ​Paglabas nina Xander at Liam, agad silang hinarap ng arkitektura ng barko. Ang mga pader ay hindi patag; sila ay dahan-dahang gumagalaw, humihinga na parang isang buhay na nilalang. Sa gitna ng pasilyo, lumitaw ang unang depensa: ang mga Precursor Sentinels. ​Ang mga Sentinels ay walang mukha, purong asul na liwanag lamang ang makikita sa kanilang mga dibdib. Sa isang iglap, nagpakawala sila ng mga Hard-Light Disks.

"Move!" Dax roared, shoving my father toward the stolen SUV. "The ceiling is coming down!" But the loading dock wasn't empty anymore. Standing between us and the exit was a nightmare of chrome and hydraulics. A Titan-Sentinel. It was twelve feet tall, a bipedal tank with a rotary cannon for an arm. In the original timeline, this thing had killed three of our best riders. It had taken us six chapters to figure out how to scratch its paint.

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

“Marcus allowed us in, Julian. This is not a defense; it’s an audience chamber.” “He thinks he still controls the narrative,” Julian replied, securing his helmet. He carried no conventional firearm, only a specialized electromagnetic pulse disruptor (EMD) designed to overload server systems, and the Sentinel Master Key—now integrated into his suit's forearm interface. “He knows we are the only ones left who understand the Sentinel Project. He believes he can persuade me to rule beside him.”

"What?" "The Architects... they don't waste good material," Victor said, his eyes darting to the monitors showing the global Harvest. "When the station collapsed, the Heart didn't let him burn. It Recollected him. Jun was the first human to survive a full mutation without losing his cognitive functions. He’s... he’s a 'Prime' now." "Where is he?" Kazimir demanded, his voice cracking.

Her cast was gone, replaced by a tight black brace that allowed her to move her wrist. "Internal security is all automated," Case said. "Motion sensors, heat maps, and acoustic triggers. But the perimeter is guarded by 'Sentinels.' They are like Silas, but newer. More stable. They don't have the violet veins because the serum is refined." Lydia looked at the silver scars on her ribs. "They are hollow. Adrian said they need a host to stay stable. That’s why they have him. He’s the battery."

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

"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