Transformers Optimus Prime Pics Novels & Stories

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

With eyes seemingly blazing from determination, Sir Rigor's energy can't get any more infectious. When I was a kid, I was an avid fan of the transformers. Optimus Prime's motivational speeches had me standing on my theatre seat and convinced me to fight the Decepticons. Sir Rigor resembles him right now. "We're ready when you're ready, Miles. Ten thousand of my men are encircling the harbor... " With my fingers shivering and my head facing the ground, I muttered, "Before I use my enhancement, I have a request, Sir Rigor."

She couldn't believe she was captivated by Optimus Prime like that. Fahira walked awkwardly like a robot until a loud voice snapped her back to reality. "Fahira, come on! Snap out of it!" Mira yelled, who apparently was still waiting at her cubicle. "What's wrong with you guys? You're so annoying! You said Optimus Prime hadn't arrived yet? Well, he's in there!" Fahira retorted, annoyed. Silence followed. Mira and Susi exchanged puzzled looks, not understanding Fahira's words.

“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?”

Lenox pov A demonic baby, how fucking cool is that? While everyone in my family keeps fussing around about how unreal this situation seems, all I can do is grin as if someone just tossed me the winning lottery ticket. A demon for a child. A demon for a child I’m naming Optimus Prime Megatron if I get my hands on any legal paperwork. Hell, this feels better than any emotion I’ve ever felt before. Can anyone imagine how cool is this? Beyond any limit of cool I could imagine.

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

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 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.

“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.