Transformers Animated Rodimus Prime Novels & Stories

[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.

Adam Smith's big left hand grabbed Nadhea's head and said, "Go To Sleep, Dear Nadhea. I don't want you to be ridiculed by the rest of the audience. Aren't we going to the men's barbershop after this, shop for you and see Mr. Erwin?" Nadhea's small nod approves all of Adam's sentences because Alpha also does not contain any false statements so Nadhea ends up sleeping during the second film. It was refreshing to watch for almost two hours. Unlike Adam Smith, who was busy narrating the film with several other visitors giving almost similar opinions. "We know that evil will be defeated by good. Earlier Transformers contain a lot of friendship, loyalty and protect loved ones like family. Even ris

Kade’s POV The facility shook again, harder this time. Red emergency lights strobed across the hallway like blood pulsing through veins. Unit Prime’s grip on my throat loosened for a split second as it tilted its head, listening to something only it could hear. “Forsaken protocol, unauthorized.” I drove my knee into its gut and shoved it back. “Sounds like your masters are eating each other. How does that feel, you lab-grown freak?” Prime smiled, black blood dripping from its mouth. “It feels efficient. One problem takes the other one away.”

“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

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.”

I’d told my sister, and everyone was on high alert so no one else was taken. The Guardians from Roatán were amazing to watch. Dr. Levi Morrow, the man who had been working with Christian on the Guardian Retransformation serum, was a genius, and I liked to spend time in the lab just watching him work on projects with Christian, though the latter would often do something creepy and freak me out so that I had to leave earlier than I’d like. But the Retransformation serum was ready to go, and the Roatán Guardians would be able to use it to become human again as soon as Annihilation was complete. For most of them, it was their motivation for involvement in this one last campaign.

The need to be an Alpha and protect his pack at all costs versus the need to protect his family. Before he can protest, a roar breaks us from our conversation. Max and his beast are vibrating as well. They must have noticed our enhanced state. A burst of angry red light shines from the seam where the neck and each leg and arm attach to the torso of the monster. Each limb begins to grow and change separating from the central body. As it deforms, each limb grows into its own entity, radiating power and the same angry heat as before. “Did we just enter a Transformers movie?! What the f**k is going on?” Ellinore snorts through the mindlink.