Transformers Beast Wars Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

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.

Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams. “Hey, I found this outside,” I said to the lady at the front desk. “Would you make sure it gets back to the owner, please?” I had to hurry this the hell up. My wolf clawed at my insides to find the omega and claim her as ours. My whole world narrowed down to getting to the omega before some other alpha beat me to it. “Of course.” She gave me a bright smile, fluffing up her brown hair. “Thanks.”

“Of course not, Mommy! They'll eat us!” I chuckled as I ruffled his hair. “Okay, okay. I understand. There's no T-Rex in the house. Just your T-Rex dolls on your bed right now.” I looked down at the book, continuing to read the adventure story of a little boy exploring the jungle. “Mommy, in Transformers... Optimus Prime can turn into a truck, right?” I stopped reading, looking at him confused. “Max, we're reading a dinosaur story. Why Optimus Prime all of a sudden?”

The Queen had a sweet smile on her face. James, however, couldn't contain his wolf. Optimus bore past James' barrier and forced his way to the front. His eyes were jet black. His chest was heaving as he stalked closer to her. His nose flared and the scent of caramel and raindrops hit him like a bolt of lightning. He lifted his head and howled loudly out of excitement before he galloped closer to the woman who caught his view. His canines sparkled as he grinned. In a husky tone, he said, "Mate."

She spun around quickly, crossing her arms protectively over her exposed chest. “I…I’m sorry…I got worried—I’m sorry,” Evan apologized. “Wow,” He repeated under his breath. He ran a shaky hand through his thick, dark hair. “The Beast isn’t so much of a beast, now is she?” Kat heard the comment and immediately regained her composure. With one arm still over her breasts, she turned back to face him. “Is that so?” She bared her teeth at him before she pushed the door—along with him—closed. “And stay out!” She yelled through the door.

After Feb swallowed the Waesal King, she refined him and converted his entirety into her True Energy. Then, Feb transformed back into an adorable bird. James turned around and looked at his phone nearby. Then, he said in a low voice, “I’m the Masked Warrior, a human from Earth. I’m warning all the beasts on Earth not to cause trouble. If any of you step into human territory, I won’t you show any mercy.” After speaking, James casually waved his hand, and the phone drew closer to him. He grabbed the phone and ended the live broadcast. Afterward, he wiped out all the beasts around Mount Jade and began to rescue the humans.

And he didn’t need someone else to tell him that he shouldn’t allow that thing near him. A long red horn was protruding from Abe’s forehead, and several spikes grew along his armored scales and made him look like a majestic porcupine warrior. Abe had gotten much better at controlling his transformation. And that could be seen from the way his hands and feet remained unchanged. His nails didn’t become claws, neither did his legs grow into hind feet. For he could control the rate and level of transformation now. His eyes peered into Breaker’s body with scrutiny as he revealed yet another of his cards.

Focus! "Thats when my grandmother discovered that I had an old and bitter lycan spirit. She did a spell to calm the beast and he felt dormant. I guess that I was feeling the lost a lot more than I thought I did for all these years. The beast is calling prime. On my ascension he will awaken and we will become one and I will have my prime lycan form," he said, staring into the depst of the world within his mind. "So Prime is the sleeping wolf in your mind," I said, tilting my head slightly.

She was standing in the gunner’s hatch of a heavy scav-crawler right behind the motorcycle vanguard, her plasma rifle coated in the residual, glowing Origin-Code from the Neon Rain. I looked into my right mirror. Pacing the convoy through the dense, glowing blue brush were massive shadows. Origin-Beasts. But these weren't the rhino-sized wolves we had fought when we rescued the Code-Born. These were something worse. They looked like prehistoric big cats, but their bodies were entirely composed of jagged, shifting crystalline muscle that refracted the ambient blue light of the forest. They were incredibly fast, their multi-jointed legs eating up the uneven terrain without breaking a sweat.

"Kaelor?" Aradaa stumbled forward. The figure was huge, suspended in a central pod of luminescent slime. It was a beast, but not the one Aradaa knew. This version was "Optimized." Glowing blue interface tubes were stitched into his spine and neck, pulsing with the ship's data. His fur was matted with scales, and his muscles had been warped to withstand the crushing weight of the trench. "Kaelor, wake up! It’s me!" Aradaa slammed his gloved hand against the glass.