Transformers Prime Optimus Prime Face Novels & Stories

It’s like I got a new toy but the feeling is a hundred times better because I get to shape the toy into something I’ll enjoy far more than the original version. I take a deep breath, clear my throat, and use the most serious voice I can force out. “I want you to address me as Sir Garfield the Red cat, the father of Optimus Prime Ophelia Megatron Vincent, the greatest little girl the world has seen.” Ragh simply stares at me but doesn’t bother to repeat. Instead, he shifts on his feet a little uncomfortably and grumbles, “is there a short version for the name you just told me? I doubt I’ll remember a sentence as complicated as your name is.”

And if he fixed them all, he wouldn't be a boy anymore. He would be a utility. A machine. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice steady. "The Prime is in containment. He cannot be disturbed." "But he healed you!" the woman cried, grabbing my hand the perfect, unscarred hand Leo had restored. "I saw the broadcast! He fixed your hand!" "That was different," I lied. "That was... combat triage. "He's a god!" the woman screamed as the guards gently pulled her away. "He belongs to

Led by Primo, they rushed toward the direction of the two men who were in the same uniform as Lawrence’ men. They looked just like they woke up from a slump. The covers on their faces were removed. Their eyes were half-opened, seemingly struggling to see, while their hands were massaging their napes. The moment their eyes met Primo, who suddenly came out of the woods, the eyes of the two immediately flashed widely.

The night sky turned orange with fire. I lay there coughing, ears ringing, every inch of my body screaming. Kade was on top of me, still shielding me from the worst of the blast and falling debris. “You okay?” he rasped, his face inches from mine, eyes full of fear and love. I touched his bloody cheek with trembling fingers. “Yeah, you?” Before he could answer, a terrifying shadow rose from the heart of the flames behind us. Unit Prime stepped out of the inferno, one arm completely missing, and half its body was the color of charcoal.

It would certainly make the chatter drop. The door cracked open finally, and someone stepped in. I sat up straighter, expecting a teacher. However, I was very disappointed to find out that the person who had entered wasn't the teacher. He wasn't even a teacher at all. He was Kayden. As in, Prime Empire Kayden Facro. I swallowed hard and dropped my gaze to the table when he started towards the back of the class. Towards where I sat. Pulling my hoodie to properly cover my eyes, I prayed he wouldn't notice me.

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE MOTHER] [STATUS: TERMINAL PETRIFICATION 94%] [VERDICT: EXHAUSTED CONDUCTOR] The Prime’s voice wasn't a sound; it was a tectonic roar that bypassed my ears and vibrated directly in my stone ribs. He ignored me. He looked at Leo—the "System Correction" he had planted in the bloodline five centuries ago. [REMAINDER. RETURN. REBOOT.] Leo went rigid. His small fists opened, his gold static flaring until the room turned white. He didn't look at the Prime with hate; he looked at him with a terrifying, clinical devotion.

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.

My mind raced. The thing wearing my friend's face was watching me with ancient, malevolent intelligence. Aurora and Atlas stood frozen between us, their young power flaring with instinctive fear. "Don't move," I commanded, keeping my voice steady though terror threatened to overwhelm me. "Both of you, come to Mama." The Primordial laughed, a sound like bones grinding together. "What beautiful children. So much potential. So much power just waiting to be refined." "They're not yours," Zane snarled, shifting into his massive wolf form.

He snapped out, his entire being rile and its muscles became tense. Grumpy people, I wondered the kind of men, this pack is producing. They are always too serious for my liken, having a little relaxation will make them more handsome. Those words ring in my head as I look at his godlike face, his face is alluring, it's like the sun, watching it one will never get tired of it unlike Prince Rupert's annoying scary face, which could make one cower and probably have bad dreams. "Yes!" His eyebrows become thicker as he frowns forming an ark and his jawbone tightens, his gaze was like that of someone that hasn't heard the word yes before.

Xavier said. ​He finally lifted his head. In the pale gray light, his face looked completely bloodless, the dark shadow of his beard making his jawline look jagged, almost skeletal. His eyes were wide, the pupils dilated until the blue was nothing but a thin, bruised ring around the black. There was no Sovereign left in his posture. There was no billionaire. There was only the raw, unvarnished echo of the four-year-old boy who had just had his own voice weaponized against everything he had tried to protect.