Transformers: The Death Of Optimus Prime Novels & Stories

Dorian screamed. We dove sideways. We rolled behind a stack of crates. Dorian hit the detonator. BOOM. The explosion shook the entire hangar. The robot’s leg sheared off at the knee. Metal twisted and snapped. The Reaper Prime toppled. It crashed to the floor with a sound like a collapsing building. It was down. But it was not dead. The upper torso was still active. It dragged itself across the floor using its arms. The Gatling guns spun up again. It was crawling toward us like a mechanical zombie.

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

“Not comforting.” “No.” She released the radio and stepped toward the dead enhanced infected. Up close, it looked worse. The body had human bones arranged beneath infected skin, but the proportions had begun to shift subtly. Fingers are a little too long. Tendons thickened along the neck. The jaw hinged wider than it should have. Its skull had not changed enough to look inhuman, which made it worse. The transformation was not complete. It was in progress. LUS flickered at the edge of her vision.

“Leave the decoys. Erase the logic gates.” The two synthetic soldiers standing near the wreckage didn't move to attack. Instead, their optics turned a flat, dull gray. A high-pitched whine emitted from their chest plates—the sound of a turbine reaching its breaking point. “A parting gift,” Thorne said, stepping back into the shadows of the service lift. “Try not to let her burn out before the harvest.” The lift doors hissed shut just as the soldiers began to bubble. The ceramic white armor liquefied, eating the synthetic frames from the inside out.

The descent was a scream of friction. The Sovereign-Prime didn't land; it integrated. As the massive ship pierced the London fog of April 2026, it began to dissolve, its nanite-hull pouring into the Thames like liquid mercury. Leo felt his nervous system snap. The transition from flesh to infrastructure was a violent, white-hot erasure. His memories of the boardroom, the divorce, and the moonstone flowers weren't forgotten—they were re-categorized as system data.

"This is why immortality is a curse. Arrogance and hatred take root, and no matter how much time passes, creatures like you always become a problem again. You're cancers that can't be lived with." "I grew tired of this millennia ago. I want you to understand one thing in your final moments." He reared his scythe back. "This. Is. Your. Fault." As Death went to strike, five white rings formed a shield around Amaterasu. Death struck the rings, breaking them. Amaterasu scooted backwards a little more. Death looked up at Tsukuyomi who was placing himself in-between the two. Tsukuyomi transformed into a man, and prostrated before Death.

For a terrifying second, I thought I might not get up. Kade abandoned Prime momentarily and barreled into the Forsaken, buying me precious seconds. I crawled forward, vision blurry, until Sable reached down and hauled me to my feet. “We have to go!” she shouted. “Now! Kade will follow, he always does!” “I’m not leaving him!” I snarled, shoving her off even as my legs threatened to melt of their own accord. 00:00:07 Seven seconds. Unit Prime rose again from the wreckage, half its body burned and mangled from earlier explosions, yet those golden eyes were still alive, so was whatever purpose it was after. “Self-destruct sequence irreversible. All organic targets will be eliminated.”

I can see Otis, the warrior who once trailed Enzo, rushing over to help protect Sarah, and James while Henley comes running up behind me. “Henley?” Jonathan gapes. “I am your Alpha!” “Not anymore.” “Kill them!” Jonathan orders using his alpha voice and everyone in the back stands up with fear and hate in their eyes, fighting the order but being powerless to it all the same. “Well, shit. This feels like déjà vu.” Henley says, stepping closer to me.

When she blinked again, the world glitched and she saw the future. The city was burning. The sky was orange, covered in smog. There were charred bodies lying on the streets, cradling their children, friends, neighbours and lovers. The palace had crumbled. In its pile of rubble, lay thousands of Fae and hundreds of Draekons, including Diavel. "You save the human race, but you must end the Fae to do so. This is your destiny, face it." ~*~*~ Ambrose had sat on his Draekon, peering down from the top of the tower. He watched the battle unfold between Rhae and Icran. He knew her determination was her fuel and she would not let him intervene, so he didn't. He merely watched.

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke