Transformers Prime Optimus Prime Face Novels & Stories

“I assure you, Pet, I am far better than Primus.” My eyes begin to adjust and the person before me becomes easier to discern. I was a fool to think that he could be Primus. They have a passing resemblance only as far as build and the cut of their chin, but that is where the resemblance ends. Where Primus has hair as green as the sea, long and flowing, this person has hair that is as white as clouds, bluntly cut just above his skin to create a foglike haze as he moves his head. His skin is golden, not tan, golden as if painted with fine metals and his eyes do not hold any of the warm richness of the earth, instead, they are cold, almost without color or light.

He sighed and walk closer to Primo who seems to fall in love what's what on his camera. He wanna see it too, so he tap his fingers on Primo's shoulder. At first, Primo didn't notice until the second try he did. "You can't believe what I just captured." He beamed and Allen grinned. "May I see?" He asked gently and Primo handed him his camere. And, he himself was mesmerized. He perfectly matches the feature of that half faced sculpture, making it a perfect face. He shifted his gaze on Primo, who's also watching him with wide smile.

“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.

If they wanted to help they'd let us go. A strangled, gargling sound brings my attention back to the dying drake in my arms. Fluttering open, Primus' eyes glare with the true clarity of recognition. In the most painful of moments, he is himself again, free of the queen's influence. His hands are struggling to keep the gash at his neck closed but he is losing the battle. He looks so afraid. He knows he is dying.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

Dorin defended, “And my hair turns out all frizzy...” Someone suddenly laughed. Dorin looked at the direction of the oracle head and saw his shoulders quivering. Pan suddenly threw back the cloak to reveal beautiful golden hair that fell down in torrents. Pan’s face was a whole different subject, though. The left side was horribly mutilated. The left eye bulged out like a sickly yellow ball with a red pinprick in the middle, the whole nose, non-existent, showing a bonny stub and half of the jaw bone. The rest of the face gave a pallid look, the color of bone, and looked the same texture. The right eye was glazed over, forever blind to the physical world. “A thunder god in the making!” Pan ex

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.

He was also wearing a napkin around his face like everyone out here but he radiated the energy of a leader. I gulped and stepped back when he walked towards me and bent down to my face level. His soaking hair was covering his eyes so he pushed them back with the help of his hand making my eyes go even wider when they landed on the scar on his right eye. The scar started from his eyebrow and ended on his upper cheek as if someone tried to damage his eye with a knife. A scar on the eye? The scar face. I was indeed right. He is their leader. "Where is that little boy?" He asked.

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.