Transformers Jetfire Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

Then, much to my horror and in a series of rapid transformations, Elder Jet’s appearance suddenly starts to warp and contort. His eyes immediately become several shades lighter, almost golden as they catch the light. Wrinkles smooth away from his face, giving way to a much youthful appearance. His jaw becomes much stronger, and his cheekbones sharpen. His hair becomes a light brown and begins to coil, twist, and lengthen. Right in front of me, Elder Jet has been completely transformed into someone else. “They won’t be able to catch me,” Elder Jet says with a smug grin. “Because they’ll have absolutely no idea who I am.”

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

I could even face HIM with the power of Ares at my disposal. "Stop right there," Derek ordered me. He shot out a plume of his ice blue flames and the caught me in an ever-shrinking circle. "Drop the transformation. It doesn't matter if you have back up, they'll still be outnumbered." "He's the Prime," I spat. "Your rightful master." Luke shrugged. "Did you forget that we were guardians to Primes? Do you really think that those wolves would accept protection from those lesser than them?"

What still marvels me is how she always goes to meet Anya after every training, craddling her face in her palms and showering her with all the tenderness and love in her. When I flashback to what happened yesterday being Saturday, I ask myself what I would do if I were Maya. Birdie May gave Anya the task of sniffing her out in her cloak and attacking her using her wolf form. Anya tried, but got tired of Birdie May handing her her ass, and so, she snapped. She didn't just snap. She grew angry while in her wolf form. I wasn't connected to her telepathically, but, her body language and reaction showed that the Optimus Prima may have been pissed off. She growled and dived towards the direction s

“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."

Waiting until there were no witnesses. With slow, careful movements, Clarissa turned the handle and opened the door. Light from the corridor spilled in slightly, falling across the bed where Junior slept curled up. A Transformers robot toy was clutched tightly to his chest. Optimus Prime. A gift from Alina for Junior's third birthday. Clarissa knew this because she'd heard the story countless times. From Margaret. From the staff. Even from Junior himself when the boy was still comfortable enough to talk to her. "Mama Alina said Optimus is strong like Junior. So Junior has to take care of him."

The night sky turned orange with fire. I lay there coughing, ears ringing, every inch of my body screaming. Kade was on top of me, still shielding me from the worst of the blast and falling debris. “You okay?” he rasped, his face inches from mine, eyes full of fear and love. I touched his bloody cheek with trembling fingers. “Yeah, you?” Before he could answer, a terrifying shadow rose from the heart of the flames behind us. Unit Prime stepped out of the inferno, one arm completely missing, and half its body was the color of charcoal.

His eyes are burning as brightly as his scales, as if within his chest is a captured volcano. “SEGUNDUS!!!” he roars again. Primus has returned. [Primus] All that remains is the fire. Nothing else in my world makes any sense. Time has lost all sense of meaning as I move towards my goal. The fire from the sun and stars feed me, the energy of the earth sustains me, and my heart, burned to a cinder, is nothing more than charcoal. Hard, black, and ready to burn anew with righteous anger. Something is happening in Imperial City. the people are gathered, listening to something spoken and amplified from a distant tower.

The two projectiles lodge themselves onto each wrist as Ursa drops her shining net over her Uncle’s head. The scent of burning flesh hits the air as Primus screams in agony, the silvery net shining bright blue with the glow of the starfire crystals. A silver collar and two silver cuffs appear where the projectiles pierced Primus’ flesh. A terrible roar shakes itself free from Primus’ throat as his body begins to shrink, the cuffs adjusting in size with him as it zaps him repeatedly with bright blue flashes of contained lightning. I roar along with him, my arms outstretched helplessly as Primus’s wings wrap around his body as a useless shield.