Transformers Optimus Prime Fanart Novels & Stories

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

"I think I'll go find him. Enjoy yourself tonight." I smiled at Nwabueze as Adam and I walked away. "Who was that?" I asked. "Nwabueze Oghojafor," Adam replied. "He's the Beta Superior over the African packs, based in Nigeria. His father, Orabueze, is the Alpha." I nodded. "He seemed nice." "He is," Adam said, waving at someone. "He and his father are very close allies of ours." "I thought Europe was your closest ally?" I asked, lowering my voice.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

The boy turned the gift over carefully, as though he were unsure of what to do with it. “Go ahead, sweetheart,” Zoe encouraged him. “Open it.” Giving his mother one last look, Adam tore apart the wrapping paper and tossed it aside with abandon. His eyes widened upon seeing the Transformer Optimus Prime action figure. He looked at his mother again, then a smile stretched across his face, and he began jumping up and down. “Mommy, Mommy, look!” he exclaimed, jamming his finger against the box repeatedly. “I know, I see,” Zoe said, almost laughing with joy herself. “That’s a very special gift. What do you say to Luna Hannah?”

Just one word as the title, as if it was enough to describe it. Curiosity drawn her to the grotesque face of the piece, noting how patient the artist was to build such creature. The face was godly but distorted, the body was intricately made and veins showing on both claws. It was posed as if to attack, eyes deep and cold and vengeful. “Prime,” a voice said, startling Chessa. “They were believed to be fruit of sins and wars, cursed to live under the dark, keeper of demons from the seven gates of hell.” It was Augustus.