Optimus Prime's Daughter Novels & Stories

"Trade objective detected: parental approval was not achieved. "Under the principle of fair trade, one-sided payment did not receive the promised return. Self-destruction protocol initiated. "Original host, Mia Lawson: confirmed deceased." Mom screamed. "What do you mean, dead?" "Give my Mia back! Give her back to me!" Dad lay paralyzed on the floor, pupils blown wide, strange sounds catching in his throat. Ava stumbled to my desk and shook "my" shoulders with all her strength. "Mia! Come back! Come back!

"Daughter? Mais comment cela peut-il être? Elle t'a perdu il y a plus de cent ans?" Heppni patted my chest. "She is my daughter. If you scan her magic, you will know. And yes, I did lose her a hundred years ago, but here she is." "I've scanned her magic before. When she told me you were her mother, I thought she was lying. It feels nothing like you, Chanceuse." I studied my friend with worry. Was her mind beginning to fail? "That's because she's now a Prime on her own...at least that's what we believe. If you'd scanned her a month or two ago, you would have no doubts whatsoever." She hugged me again. "How are you here? Why are you here?"

Baren walked over to Caleb and placed his arm on his shoulder before saying, “Caleb you knew this day would come. You need to calm down. She’s Beta Scott’s daughter.” He then turned to Caleb’s warriors and told them, “Standdown and let them talk this out as men. There’s no need for anyone to get hurt.”

No pleasantries, no nothing. Maybe he's the one getting married to Annabel. They would make such a rude couple! "Yes, we do." Charles answered quietly, his voice coming off shaky, "my daughters have talked about it and come to the conclusion that my eldest daughter, Annabel would go with you." "She's a good catch…" The other one drawled; he had this voice that was both authoritative and melodic at the same time. His voice got my attention and made me stare at him for a while.

' Nia says, doubt weighing heavily on her mind for some reason. 'There's no coincidences here, Nia. The time frames match too perfectly. Their daughter would be around Rosie's age. Plus, Talon will be able to smell if it's his daughter. It's in our DNA to be able to smell those types of things,' I say, thinking about Leon's baby. I was still struggling to get past what had happened. I couldn't help but think if I had just tried harder, but at the time, I had used every ounce of power I had.

“My brother and I found some old pack paperwork. Ophelia was my biological mother’s name.” All remains of amusement leave us. There’s no tension to surround us, but the emotion and overall feeling in our circle are hard to grasp. “Ophelia, it is!” Lenox groans. I grin at my brother because though he tries to appear irritated, I see the self-satisfied smirk on his lips. “I’ll still call her Optimus Prime and show her how to kick ass, but whenever she’s with you soft-hearted pussies, she can be a princess and all that shit.” Lenox rolls his eyes.

These were swiftly defeated by joined forces of Kandreah, his sister–the infamous Nethenaiah, my ex Beta Merlius, my daughter, that Wengarthrian commander called Norgarth and his army. I watched him and Aralyn hack through demons in a flurry of swift, smooth and well-coordinated movements. I overheard bits and pieces of their spat while I was still tangled in a fight with Meeran and saw her punching him in the heat of that debate. Is it wrong to say that I felt a bit proud to see my daughter throw a punch at the first commander of the army of Hades’s son? She is feisty and fearless; I love every trait of her personality.

And she was going to be in deep shit when the reinforcements got to her. "Yes, Alpha." "She is the daughter of our new Beta - and she is not a threat to anyone in the pack, unless she feels threatened. I would recommend that you relay that information to the wolf that is with her, and to the ones that are going to her. I do not wish to deal with the trouble that will be caused by all of them if they were to attack one another." "Yes, Alpha."

“That’s my wife. Stacy White.” The Alpha Prime lifts a hand again. Jason halts, jaw tightening. “Not Stacy,” the Alpha Prime says, his voice low but firm. He looks directly into my eyes. “My daughter. My Amaryllis.” The room tilts. My legs sway. My vision blurs—not from power, not from poison—but from the surge of emotions exploding in my chest. Memories flicker like flashes—shadows of a past I never remembered wanting. Never dared to believe I’d lost.

"You did, baby. You were incredible." She fell asleep in my arms, exhausted from the effort. Darius came back covered in blood but whole. He took us both in his arms. "It is over," he said. "Finally over." We had survived. Again. But this time, our daughter had fought beside us. And I realized—she was not my little girl anymore. She was becoming who she was meant to be. A powerful omega who would change the world.