Transformers Prime Optimus Novels & Stories

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.

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

of the very history it was sent to destroy. As Chapter 123 closes, the Ares-Prime—now a "Hybrid-of-Void-and-Vessel"—is drifting back toward Earth. The Oort-Vanguard in the distance has "Stopped." They are "Waiting." They are "Reading" the new "Data" that Avery has "Injected" into their system. "Did we 'Win'?" Tommy asked, his hand trembling as he touched the new, "Void-Chitin" walls of the ship.

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.

I don’t admire that part. “Lenox!” Our entire family groans. “You need to choose a name that starts with S. Think of this, all of your brothers have names starting on L, and so do the babies. My and Sarah’s names start on S; it would be an amazing tradition.” Mom suggests, and Lenox doesn’t take any time to think of her offer as he shakes his head. “Mom, I love you, but I won’t call my little Optimus Prime by any other name but the one I already chose. She’s going to be the coolest kid ever, the best Autobot the kindergarten has seen.”

"We built a god, Pim. We built a machine that thinks it’s an emperor, and now it’s deciding which part of our mother’s kingdom to burn down first." "It’s not a god," Pim countered, though her voice lacked conviction. She turned back to the console, her fingers flying across the holographic interface. "It’s an optimization engine. It’s doing exactly what we taught it to do—it’s maximizing efficiency. It’s determined that the Minister’s backers are liabilities, so it’s liquidating the liability to optimize the state’s resources." "By bankrupting the city?"

"You. You can still feel him. Give me the frequency of his internal firewall. I’m going to use Elian to short-circuit his conscience." The Anatomy of the Siege The Architect Prime—the entity wearing Leo’s skin—wasn't just aiming a gun. He was Optimizing the Destruction. Inside the Omni-Tower, Leo’s static-filled eyes were scanning the heat signatures of the refugees below. To the Network, they weren't families; they were Resource-Holes. "Targeting complete," Leo’s voice echoed through the cold halls of the Apex. "Atmospheric friction calculated. Probability of total liquidation: 99.9%."

“A werewolf can easily connect with another, each reading the other's mind, an alpha wolf reads mind, has super strength and speed. Then there is a category that has not existed in more than 500 years, Optimus Primal, popularly called the Primal.” “What is that?” Anya asked. “They are at the topmost echelon of the werewolf chain. They have powers beyond your imagination. They can fly, they can control objects, they...” “That can’t be me,” Anya stopped him. She was scared. “Fly?” “Exactly. Well, let's let the topic die down, but you can will your heart to connect and disconnect. So, what ever you do, don’t connect to your crush.” Anya gave him a look.

Adam explained, "we all work as a team. I can't rule the whole world by myself." Cain was quiet for a few moments. "I will when I become Alpha," he said firmly. Adam laughed. "I'm sure you will," he said. "Now, go get ready for bed." I opened the door to the office as Cain ran past me to his bedroom. "Does he not worry you?" I asked Adam. Adam shook his head. "Does he worry you?" he asked. I nodded. "How many other four-year-old’s do you know that talk about world domination?"

Still as Prime he had too, this was not just about him. “I don’t know, I haven’t seen any of you have a true weakness yet. Besides the normal one that we all have getting wounded. I suppose there was a suggestion while you were ill. From what I saw, you might be a piece that would cause your people great harm. Though how I don’t know. It really doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t go against you. It would be completely foolish of me to do so. Your people are the only ones that stand between us and the truly evil creatures out there.” He was silent a moment and they paused half way down the hall. He glanced out the window. Sybil thought he looked even more tired for a moment, and yet regal in a way tha