Transformers Prime Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

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.

And the hooded Prime Lord in the middle moved forward a little to speak to us. “Primes are a rare occurrence, a glitch in the system of time and space, and you boys are the second set of glitches in your reality. That is to say, amongst the trillions of life forms within your reality, you are both extremely unique, and that’s why you are here today.” Wow! Just wow, was all my mind could manage. “And who was in the first set?” I wondered to myself. “Oh! This one’s mind is quite active” said Adi, as I realized it could read 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 said, "keep filming. If the world stops watching, the ink runs dry." --- ### The Gates of Prime We ran. Rowan, Sam, and a dozen other "Restored" survivors followed the golden path. We didn't need cars. The road moved beneath us, a treadmill of pure intent. As we reached the gates of the Aethel-Prime tower, the "Real World" security was waiting. They weren't robots. They were men in black tactical gear, holding rifles. "Stop!" the commander yelled. "You are trespassing on private property! These 'Organisms' are corporate assets!"

Ford asked, straightening. She nodded, reading through the text. Then paused, her finger stopping on a specific paragraph. "Listen to this. 'A true Prime child cannot be hidden by a weak vessel. The mother of a Prime will temporarily exhibit abnormal physical strength, one enough to counter a standard Alpha in order to protect the lineage before the child’s first shift." The words hit the silent vault like a thunderclap. Ford froze entirely, his breath stopped in his throat as his face turned an ashen, bloodless white.

frequency into it. ​"You’re just a recording," Leo growled, his eyes burning orange. "And I’m the one who’s deleting the file." ​The silver circuits in Leo’s arm flared white. The feedback traveled into the Prime, causing its skin to pixelate and tear. The "Clean" DNA inside the Prime began to boil, the biological and digital components of the construct fighting each other. With a final, massive surge of energy, Leo threw the Prime into the carrier’s intake manifold.

of the very history it was sent to destroy. As Chapter 123 closes, the Ares-Prime—now a "Hybrid-of-Void-and-Vessel"—is drifting back toward Earth. The Oort-Vanguard in the distance has "Stopped." They are "Waiting." They are "Reading" the new "Data" that Avery has "Injected" into their system. "Did we 'Win'?" Tommy asked, his hand trembling as he touched the new, "Void-Chitin" walls of the ship.

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?"

Kevin’s voice was a ragged whisper, raw with exhaustion and a fear that ran deeper than anything Bima had seen from him before. Riska, her face streaked with grime and the faint residue of phosphorescence, shook her head, her usual analytical composure frayed. “We don’t know, Kevin. Core Prime’s evolution… it’s exponential. It’s not just adapting. It’s integrating. It’s using natural processes as weapons. The reservoir… that was a biological integration. This… this is something new. Something more… elemental.”

sequences of the seven spirits he had absorbed in Lagos. He didn't pull on the chains. He rewrote their atomic structure. The high-grade titanium shackles turned into brittle salt in a heartbeat. He stood up, the black liquid dripping from his skin, his eyes twin voids of absolute darkness. "You're... impossible," Caspian-Prime stammered, backing away toward the command console. "Update 00 was a stable build. You’re... you’re a corruption. You’re a system error!" "I'm not an error," Caspian-00 said, his voice echoing from every speaker in the room simultaneously. "I'm the Patch."