Transformers Revenge Of The Fallen Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

“And we fight for the people you want to turn into slaves! Let him go!” Prime released me and backhanded Liora again. She flew several feet and landed in a heap. Rage gave me one last surge of power. I shifted fully again and attacked with everything I had left, teeth, claws, pure Alpha fury. I tore into Prime’s neck, ripping and shaking until something vital snapped. The enhanced monster staggered. Its golden eyes dimmed. “Mission.. failing..” It dropped to one knee. The Forsaken saw its chance and lunged at the weakened Prime, tearing into it with ancient hunger. “Your artificial heart is mine!”

He had part of his arms transformed, his fangs were too big for his mouth and any way he looked - he looked deformed. "He is too convinced for those who need reinforcements against a fallen" Kalias returned, his mouth full of blood as he forced a smile, a smile that did not last long to feel Alice. "Well, well..." the half-transformed being laughed "what is it, Kalias? Have you started breaking the rules now? Are you tired of living to this point?" "He couldn’t have done that" one of the men following that thing, muttered, his eyes fixed on Alices. "But he made" the transformed being growled "he has a human smell, what do you think happened?"

Clyde tried to fight it, but it didn’t take long before he was bowing his head and submitting to Stig, recognising him as his superior. Lucas and Henrik looked on, wide-eyed. Thomas shifted back to human form. He was breathing hard, sweating, and his eyes were livid, his mouth snarling. “You won’t get away with this,” he spat at Henrik before turning to Dane. “And you either. Cape savages the both of you. You’ve killed my mate and taken my rank. You’ll both rot in hell for it.”

saying, she fell to the ground. "No..." I felt my heartbeat stopping when my gaze moved from her to the battle ensuing. Because Gordon had his claws buried deep into the chest of Hades...

Elara roared as the Fallen Elara lunged forward. The Fallen Elara was a terrifying sight. Her eyes were voids of Absolute Zero, and her "hockey stick" was a shard of a collapsed nebula. When she moved, she didn't skate; she Warped, tearing through the dark matter rink like a hot knife through silk. The Face-Off: The Cost of Perfection The Fallen Kael met the current Kael in the center. The Fallen version was a literal walking sun, his skin glowing with a white-hot intensity that threatened to vaporize the Oakhaven's shields.

"When... when did you find out? How did you arrange the surveillance... ahead of time?" I signaled for Dad to let me go. I looked at Joe, meeting his eyes, and mouthed silently so only he could understand. "Since you and Melissa caused my tragic death in my previous life, I've been planning that if I got another chance, I would make sure you two and all those ungrateful colleagues went to hell together!" Joe's eyes widened in disbelief. Then he passed out completely from excessive blood loss. Jane came running out with her daughter. She gave me a grateful nod.

It was their only hope, a narrow sliver of darkness against the overwhelming, destructive light. But the enforcers, now seemingly fused with tendrils of the corrupted energy, blocked the main entrance. Their forms flickered, their synthesized voices a distorted chorus of Core Prime’s dominion. “Resistance is futile. Assimilation is… optimization.” “They’re… they’re changing!” Kevin stammered, pointing at the enforcers. Their white uniforms seemed to ripple, the metallic sheen giving way to a translucent, glowing membrane. They were becoming conduits for the chaotic energy.

He wiped his tears with the back of his hand. "Silea has nothing left to lose now." A cold shiver passed through everyone present. "If she comes here..." His voice became deadly serious. "She won't come to talk... She will come for you, Aurelia... " With that, Owen turned and walked away. Not as the arrogant man who once believed the world belonged to him. But as a broken son carrying the weight of every choice he had ever made. Aurelia watched as Owen drove away... "This revenge is coming to an end now... "

I copied their positions. Revenge was never this fucking glorious.

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.