Transformers Prime Optimus Prime Face Mga Nobela at Kwento

[Carnelia] “Who is Primus?” The tall drake’s face twisted towards me, his right eyebrow raised, wrinkling the brow of his black skin, the color of midnight. His eyes, flashing green, remind me of my mate’s, much like the sharp edges of his chin. Much like Oaestr is my mirror copy, features like mine with colors switched, the same could be said of this male in his perfectly pressed uniform. “Her mate,” Oaestr answers for us both, her lip curling in disdain. “She’s obviously broken. This navigator may need to be recommissioned. She seems to be suffering from delusions.”

Let’s see those sovereign smiles, gentlemen! Flushed with an intense, burning embarrassment, I forced my rigid jaw into a stiff, professional smile. “Your structure looks exceptionally regal when you permit your lips to soften, Master Chika,” Driscoll remarked. Glancing through the high-definition lens, the old beta couldn't help but chuckle at the severe, lethal scowl settling onto the Prime Alpha’s face. “Come now, Alpha King, a slight modification to your mouth, please.”

His voice was still echoing in my head as I stared wide-eyed at him. Douglas gave a little squeeze on my butt, and I snapped out of my trance immediately. I cleared my throat a bit to compose myself before speaking. “Sorry for the silence. It’s just that I’ve never heard you speak, so your voice came as a surprise to me. I’m July Noel and—“ “Prime.” “Sorry—“ I said, more to Douglas than Roberto Junior, before continuing. “I’m July Prime, and it’s an honor to meet you. I do have a question, though. How are you able to speak through that mask without your voice coming out muffled?”

ard? It wore a black robe and had a wooden body with a red colour... As in, red! Finally, red! Its hands had three fingers each, with hooves for feet. You know what, as we got closer, it appeared to only have a lizard-like face, and deep green eyes. “Master Prime Shrock, it’s a pleasure to see you”, said our escort. “Yes, thank you.” It replied. It turned towards us, and examined us with those weird eyes, like it could even see through.

But his eyes weren't gold; they were a flat, glowing violet, and his skin was covered in a mesh of integrated circuitry. "Subject 000-Prime," the man spoke, his voice a perfect, soulless mimicry of Caleb’s own. "The father of your line. You are merely a copy of a copy, 001. A weapon that developed a soul. A flaw that must be erased." The Prime pulled a blade of solid Void-energy from his wrist. Caleb stepped forward, the silver in his eyes burning with a fire that no machine could replicate. "A flaw?" Caleb smirked, his claws extending. "That 'flaw' is the only thing that's going to survive this conversation."

He yanked the device free, shouting in surprise as the tiny screen flickered to life before he could activate it, and the ghastly white face of Primrose sneered up at him. Her eyes were encapsulated in dark sockets, fiery green orbs without pupils, staring out at him, her blue lips smeared with a dark substance, tendrils of which hung from her pale, pointed chin like ghastly spider webs. The strawberry birthmark was so dark it looked like an empty eye socket. “There is no help,” she said, throat thick with goo. “Not for any of us. We are all betrayed, some more than others.”

Through the break stepped a figure that made every instinct scream "run." It looked human at first glance. Male, tall, dressed in armor that seemed to be made of compressed starlight. But its eyes... its eyes were voids. Empty spaces in reality that hurt to perceive. "Phoenix," it said, voice like grinding stone. "Storm. Merged." It tilted its head, studying us with those terrible non-eyes. "Impossible. Forbidden. The mixing of primordial forces." "Who are you?" Derek demanded, pulling me behind him. "I am Hunter Prime. First of the First. Keeper of the Old Laws." It took a step forward, and reality rippled around it. "You have committed the ultimate violation. Phoenix and Storm were never m

She reached for it without thinking, her pulse quickening. The hologram bloomed to life. Her breath hitched—not because she recognized the image, but because she knew it better than her own reflection. It was her face. Younger. Eyes unclouded by experience. Skin unmarked by the faint lines of time. Even the slight asymmetry of her lips was identical. Above it, text burned into the air in stark, clinical clarity: EVA – 1.01 Echo Source Prime The words dug under her skin like splinters. Her voice came out raw, almost childlike.

What still marvels me is how she always goes to meet Anya after every training, craddling her face in her palms and showering her with all the tenderness and love in her. When I flashback to what happened yesterday being Saturday, I ask myself what I would do if I were Maya. Birdie May gave Anya the task of sniffing her out in her cloak and attacking her using her wolf form. Anya tried, but got tired of Birdie May handing her her ass, and so, she snapped. She didn't just snap. She grew angry while in her wolf form. I wasn't connected to her telepathically, but, her body language and reaction showed that the Optimus Prima may have been pissed off. She growled and dived towards the direction s

Her conclusion came out soft, the very opposite of the way she wanted. What was more to being a teenager no one trusted? " That's all I know," her quick addition came after his short hiss. The man warned Rosaleen to comply and not be heady like other teenagers he handled. " It'd be for your own good, girl." He made her place her fingers on a device and dismissed her afterwards. ******* " You need to remain calm, Mrs Annie." The second voice mellowed amidst the hysterical rise of the first. Feet stomping followed after what seemed like a smash on a wall. The crashing sound of glass rose from within principal Powers office.