Animated Sentinel Prime Novels & Stories

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“No, I’m in the apartment. Camron is looking for you, he says he knows where you are and we are coming for you. He’s got some other wolves coming to help.” “NO, STAY IN THE APARTMENT. I’m still in the building but I don’t know which floor. Annie this is about Addison so they might be after you too DO NOT COME HERE. Tell Camron that there are six soldiers, all armed with wolfsbane, two tech type people and the couple that live here. Tell him they are from Sentinel, he will know what that means.” “Ok, I’ll let him know.” Annie broke the mind link, grabbed her phone and rung Camron’s number. He picked up straight away and Annie relayed the information Hugh had given her to him.

"Quinn, I don't feel good. I can't breathe. Quick—" The sound of her collapsing on the floor followed, and Yale chose to go to her. I left that house. Waiting for me in the darkness of the night was a black sedan. Mom had sent it to get me. I stepped into the car. "We're about to begin our plan, Ms. Sasha. We've prepared your passport, a set of your clothes, and a sample of your DNA. The operation will be carried out on Route 108," the driver reported. Considering that you are pregnant, a long car ride will make you feel tired. So we specially customized a seat suitable for pregnant women to lie flat. You just need to press the button beside your hand to adjust the seat mode.

She looked small, a scrap of a girl in a stained medic’s jacket, standing amidst the ruins of the most advanced security system in Eldergloom. "The girl speaks of souls while her hands are covered in the grease of a sewer," the Sentinel replied, his voice a mechanical drone that lacked any human cadence. He stood seven feet tall, his armor a polished, seamless silver that reflected the swirling sapphire twilight above. He stepped over the smoldering remains of his comrade, his heavy boots making a hollow, terrifying sound on the polished stone. "You have opened a door that only leads to your grave. Did you think a hammer could stop the Queen’s design?"

—the memory of the First World’s destruction—was being targeted by a massive Eraser-Behemoth. "You hated me," the Prime’s voice echoed in her head. "And you were right to. I gave you order when you needed chaos. I gave you a cage when you needed a world. But I also gave you... Resistance. Without me, you would never have become the Feral Six." The Prime-Packet ignited. It wasn't a puck; it was a Sphere of Pure Truth. Elara struck it. She didn't shoot for a goal. She shot the packet directly into the heart of the Architect-Prime.

When Catherine swiped her card, the light for the eighth floor came on, indicating that she was the first to select that floor, and would apparently be the only one going there. As she stepped out of the elevator, Catherine found herself in a beautiful reception area with light brown sofas and fashion and car magazines on a glass coffee table. A large wooden counter with four chairs stood ahead, but only two were occupied. One of the secretaries was clearly younger than Catherine, with straight dark hair, impeccable makeup, and a brown suit adorned with the Titan Lawyers team symbol, making her look incredibly elegant. The other secretary appeared to be in her sixties, with brown hair that w

Aycxe, Noella, and I will be together while Sophia and Shiela have a separate mission. "I'm used to you not being talky when we go to transactions like this, but it's too much today," Aycxe commented while looking at the scope of the sniper gun she was holding. I rolled my eyes and sighed deeply. "Something bad just happened to greet my day," I answered and looked at the tablet I was holding to make sure the bombs I attached yesterday were working properly. We are here on the rooftop of an old building not far from the actual target area. Noella will take care of the information. Aycxe will be the sniper. And I will be the cleaner.

The Crown pulses, conflicted. The Reverent watches, unreadable. You anchor two powers you should not survive, the Prime continues, gaze piercing. Why? I think of the pack. Of Midnight. Of the children dreaming of shadows and chains. “Because silence was killing us,” I answer. The Prime studies me for a long moment, then turns its gaze outward, toward the sealed border. The old predators will come now. Not scouts. Not parasites. My stomach twists. “How many?” Enough. Ethan steps up beside me, shoulders squared. “Then we’ll fight.”

“Are they almost done dying?” “No,” Ianthe said proudly. The sentinel withdrew its hand. The crack widened further, revealing a massive obsidian arm and shoulder. —Directive: Proceed. —Guardian escort: Activated. Lyra staggered. “Esc—escort?” Selene burst into a grin. “Oh, how beautiful. We have our own Arcana tank.” Kael glared. “It is not coming.” The sentinel’s head tilted towards him. —Shadowborn recognised. — Designation: Protector.

He resembled a lizard. And there sat sweet ole Jennifer, at five foot four, one hundred and ninety-one pounds with her chubby thighs, broad hips, huge breasts, and a fat ass. She had a Lean Cuisine dinner on her desk, glaring at Edwards. He smirked wanting to give her the finger, but kept on walking toward the surveillance room. Down the hall, Edwards passed prison cells mostly convicts, the repeat offenders, murderers, drug violators, all asleep, except for Wally Hanes. Damn, the fellow never sleeps!