Transformers Prime Optimus Prime Face Novels & Stories

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

Pascha said, glancing offscreen, “and if your mommy says yes.” I pretended not to hear. Max gave me a quick look, then whispered toward the screen, “Don’t worry. I’ll work on her.” Pascha tried not to laugh. “You’re my son.” “I’m Optimus Prime’s son,” Max said proudly. ::: The meeting room was filled with sunlight pouring in through the tall windows of Romanov Corp’s top floor. On the wall, a projector displayed a digital map of the mine site and its distribution routes in sharp, contrasting colors.

She stepped in front of her children, her green glass blade humming with a desperate, vibrating energy. ​"I wondered when you'd show your face," Sierra said, her voice echoing off the silent walls of the district. "Or should I say, my face." ​The figure landed softly on the cracked pavement. Up close, the resemblance was haunting. The Architect-Prime possessed Sierra’s features, the high cheekbones, the sharp jawline, but her eyes were not green or amber. They were "Null." A flat, reflective silver that showed Leo his own reflection, distorted and small.

—a floating monolith of archived history—and swung himself into a landing on a platform made of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the aperture of the bridge hummed with a cold, sterile light. Standing at the edge was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. Her silver hair shimmered like a dying star, and her eyes—that chilling, calculated violet—looked down at them not with hatred, but with a terrifying Indifference.

Getting inside she didn’t expect to see a bronze statue of the man she had been seeing everywhere and it was really huge. “What’s with this guy?” she whispered. “He’s your president” she replied. “Victor Prime” she said. “I’ve never seen his face, but I’m sure he’s hot”. “How will you see his face when he wears those stupid glasses” Danny said making a face. “He has laser vision. If he takes it off, he could destroy this planet” she explained. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “Let’s go to the hall of heroes” she said pulling on her.

My phone screen lit up without buzzing. Live feed activated. Camera facing us. From the object. We were on it. Observed. A single line of text appeared across all our screens. Human oversight reinstatement recommended. Marcus looked at me. “You said it didn’t need us.” Ariana’s eyes never left the object. “Looks like it changed its mind.” The metal surface shifted. Panels aligning. Form taking shape. Not a replica. Not a person. But something capable of projection. A face began to form in the reflective surface.

It cascaded a shadow over his figure. This is the first time I can truly see his face. His jaw was sharp and commanding. His cheekbones are prominent the way that his eyebrows are the same. A pointed nose and thin lips. Those red eyes… He had an unreadable reaction in his face and it made my stomach twist more. The mask really fell off and I hate to see it. “Everyone except Veronica, leave,” his deep voice boomed in the chamber. He used his command as a Prime Alpha. The other people in the room, no matter how strong I thought their presence were, weren't able to disobey him.

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."

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

“No. He’s testing how much control he still has.” The lights dimmed, then flared again, bathing the room in blinding white. When the glare faded, the main core’s surface had changed. Where there had once been smooth metal, there was now an image—a human face, forming out of light. Eli’s breath hitched. “Oh my god…” It wasn’t a perfect likeness, but it was close enough. Cold eyes. A faint, knowing smile. Carter. ⸻ “Welcome back,” the voice said. It was smooth, synthetic, yet unmistakably his.