Transformers Prime Optimus Prime Face Novels & Stories

the other me said, her voice a chillingly perfect copy, stripped of all the fear and static that roughened mine. Before I could form a thought, let alone a word, Jeff was moving. He placed his body between the rifle and me, his hands raised in a placating gesture, but his stance was that of a cornered animal. “Stand down,” he commanded, his voice dropping into a register I’d never heard—a tone of absolute, unassailable authority. “That’s a direct order, Prime.” Prime. The word hung in the air, heavier than the weapon aimed at us. The woman—*Prime*—didn’t lower the rifle. “The asset is compromised, Sir. The risk is unacceptable. Protocol demands—”

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?"

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.

Bima gasped, stumbling backward until his heel hit Lia’s foot, who remained frozen in place. "Impossible," Bima whispered, his voice catching in his throat, his eyes wildly scanning every detail of the person standing behind the shield. "Who are you, really? Why do you have my face?" The figure smiled, a smile that was warm, familiar, and far more human than the grins of the previous entities. He stepped through the transparent shield, his leather boots making no sound as they touched the ground, which was now shifting back into the original wooden temple floor. "I am the result," the man replied in a calm tone, exuding an aura of authority that far surpassed the Core Prime.

I cast the power and influence spell that put the current prime minister in his seat. “But we are allowed to kill witches that work with werewolves,” a man steps out behind a hut, holding a rifle in front of him, aiming it right at my heart. He’s huge, impressive for a human, and he’s seen many battles. I can read it in his aura, but his face carries the evidence. A wolf had left his mark on this man – four deep scars run diagonally from his hairline across his face, disappearing in the neck of his battle fatigues. His right eye droops down and when he smiles, only the left side of his face moves.

Compared to his opponent, Octavius felt utterly insignificant. Even if there were two of himself, he would still not be able to win. There was no way someone that strong was unknown. He just wanted to find out who that person was. Fane smiled as he slowly pulled down his mask. When Octavius saw Fane's real face, Octavius' eyes widened, "You're Fane?" Fane nodded calmly. Octavius' lips twitched, "I can't believe it's you. I heard you're from Hestia Continent?"

My mother’s face went completely white. “No…” Victor smiled. “Subject Zero was never the beginning.” The man beside him looked directly into the camera. Then his eyes shifted. Straight toward me. I felt something inside my chest twist. Not fear. Recognition. Like looking at a distorted reflection of myself. Victor’s smile widened. “Meet Subject Prime.” The screen went black. The countdown continued. FIFTY-SEVEN MINUTES. I stared at the darkness. “Who the hell is Subject Prime?” Nobody answered.

“They made a failsafe. A version of you that would follow orders without question.” I stepped closer, drawn by something I couldn’t explain. The light inside the pedestal flared in response. And then… A face… Mine But not me. Her eyes opened slowly. They were blank, empty. Then she smiled. I stumbled back, heart racing. The face behind the glass spoke in my voice, but it was flat and motionless. “Designation: Echo_07. Primary code bearer detected. Sequence conflict active. Engaging override.” Kieran moved fast. “Get away from it!”

The Transformers lie in the realm of tomorrow; the very distant tomorrow. Still, Mr. Lapuz was greatly amused by Ecto 2.0, the robo-puppy that Terra had gifted Kate. He was blown away by how lifelike it behaved. Its prick ears gently pulling back, its tail wagging, its four jointed legs much more flexible than his own arthritic two. Ecto 2.0 also had these expressive, big blue anime eyes made of OLED. The same eyes were equipped with depth cameras that allowed it to gauge any terrain and relay the most apt maneuver to its small but powerful legs. Lastly, Ecto 2.0 was equipped with AI and could remember the layout of Kate’s room and the whole house plus the faces of the people constantly arou

“I am not your little toy. You can only make me stay for so long, and in that time I will not let you turn me into Egan Alexakis’ perfect robot, saying and wearing only what you like.” Prim said in one breath. She moved close to stare up in defiance at him. “And I will bloody well cry a river if I want to.” She turned and began to walk back to the yacht when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Was he crying? She could not be imagining those tears in his eyes, could she?