Transformers Autobots Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

Amy felt it was impossible to find Tony’s car amid hundreds of other parked cars. At first, Amy thought about doing what Azad told her. She also was tempted to hit an engine start button on the car key, which would remotely activate Tony’s ride. After eight dragging minutes of walking and searching, it seemed hopeless, until Amy spotted a familiar red pearl metallic sedan parked backward between a pillar and a white motorcycle. Amy found Tony’s car. The car looked like a red Transformer robot disguised as a mid-sized sedan. There was a good part and a bad part. The good part was that Amy found The Supercharged Beast. The bad part was that there were six huge guys dressed in black camouflage

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

' Zeebal said in his mind. Two children entered. They are already carrying the robots that Zee gave them. Bumblebee and Optimus Prime. "Daddy, this is so freaking good. Thank you so much, Dad." Lorelay winced at what Musico said. "Yeah. I like it. Thank you, dad." Lyrico said that she even fistbumped her daddy Zee. Lorelay didn't teach the two to act or act rich. The two are not even aware of their real father. But, the two have movements or habits that surprise Lorelay. Habits that he often saw in his wife before.

Suddenly, the entire passage began to shake, and the dust and stones continued to fall on top of their heads. “He blew himself up,” Tyr said in a low voice. Then, he took Olympias’ hand and quickly ran toward the other end of the passage. Slaine was a Transformation warrior. At the moment of crisis, he chose to explode himself to buy Olympias and Tyr more time to escape. The power a Transformation warrior could exude was absolutely terrifying when he overloaded his energy core with the intention to self-destruct. The entire passage collapsed in an instant. Tyr and Olympias used all their strength to dash toward the other end of the passage as quickly as possible.

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

"Tobin! Deploy the secondary asset!" Tobin materializes instantly from the rear compartment of the command transport, his hands efficiently unfolding a lightweight, high-tech carbon wheelchair. He steps directly into my path, bowing his head with absolute, unyielding dominion discipline. "Please, Master Afolayan, deposit your weight into the seat structure. The warlord commands it." My arms cross tightly over my chest, my voice hitting a stubborn, defensive register. "The diagnostic scans indicated simple surface abrasions on my joints, Tobin. My leg bones are completely intact."

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The goal of dying in peace rather than being cursed to follow evil biddings for the rest of their existence. They were the last of the Primes, an ancient blood of werewolves made to be a puppet of warring tribes. And Augustus vowed to protect his brothers no matter what. He had no time to waste now. He needed to think fast on how to break their curse and be human to find peace they had been seeking for what seemed an eternity now. Yet he knew it wouldn’t be easy. Nothing in their life was. Distraction would do him no good. Entering his room on the third floor, he pulled off his hoodie over his head, realizing something was in the front pocket. Reaching for it, he stared at an I.D., reading t

“Max, we're reading a dinosaur story. Why Optimus Prime all of a sudden?” Max shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just curious. Why Autobots can talk?” I rubbed my face. “Honey, Autobots are alien robots. They are not a normal car.” “But they're trucks and cars, Mommy!” Max argued. “So, if ordinary cars and trucks are given alien engines, they can talk?” “Maxime... your brain works too hard for sleep.” Max giggled again, then tilted his head. “But Mommy... if you could choose, what would you be, T-Rex or Optimus Prime?”