Animated Sentinel Prime Novels & Stories

She shrugged nonchalantly with a sardonic shake of her head, "Well, then you'd be right. I tracked you here because I had important news but it seems like I'm interrupting your staring contest with a heap of sand. I'll just come back later." Saint made a move to leave when a guttural growl made her pause. "What is it that you need to tell me, Saint?" My alpha tone leaked into the words without much effort, making it difficult to not obey me. She turned back to face me with an impish grin, "Oh, I just wanted to tell you that the wolf working on the security cameras completed the job. Not only did he wipe your presence from the building, he hacked into all four of their emails and sent in thei

"You'll survive this conflict—you might even be the only one that does." "My—my family—my Soulmate will come for me." Jonathan wondered if Allena really believed that—if she truly believed that her family would go on a suicide mission to save her. Perhaps the Soulmate would . . . The Vampire Prience smiled. "He might, but until then," he said before looking towards a blank wall and allowing his arm to flourish in a wave of magic. A door appeared and he turned back to Win. "That door will take you anywhere in the world—this one or another."

We have 350 warriors, 150 cadets, and many civilians who train to be able to defend themselves. - Dad, 12 years ago, when Angel's mother died in that rogue attack, we never managed to find out the reason for such an attack, nor who led such an attack. Do you think it's possible it was Jackson? My dad looks at me with a look I can't quite place. He looks at the phone and then back at me. He picks up the phone and calls someone. - Julian, it's time to activate the plan. – I hear my father say to his PA.

the guy complained, “You’ll get mobbed! For sure!” “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that stuff,” Johan replied. “I’m Johan, that’s Dorin, Margarette and Lilith, and you?” “I’m 2nd lt. Grayson!” Lilith piped in. “I-I’m Sgt. Matthew Owen...” said the new recruit, “elemental weapons... master class...”

I licked my lips at the sight. "Hi baby". I greeted her with a smirk once she was seated but she rolled her eyes without saying a word. Just then, the office phone rang. Answering the call, the voice of my assistant, Katie, streamed into my ears. "Sir, Mr. Walton is here". "Send him in". I said before dropping the phone. Seconds later, there was a knock on the door before it opened to reveal Mr. Walton. "Good morning Mr. Ross". Walton greeted as he stood across from me, stretching out his hand for a handshake which I took, nodding curtly.

I shouted again this time more loudly than before gaining notice from the people around us. Aiden looked at me with werid expression in his eyes and suddenly came closer. He was so close to me that I could even hear his heartbeat, his sweet cologne started making me dizzy. His eyes never leaving mine. "wh...... what are you doing?" I said my voice almost audible and breathing rigid. "Click" I heard. "Why are you getting nervous I am just helping you put the seatbelt." he replied with his emotion less face. I signed thankful that he wasn't up to something. "Let's go shall we?" he asked looking at me again. I couldn't speak his gaze making me more nervous I nodded my head in yes and soon we dr

We were now in the era of the Second Genesis, and the first cry of the new world was going to be ours. ​The Ninth Peak is entering the Deep Static, a realm where reality is as thin as a shadow and memories can kill. As Elara tracks the "Prime" signal, she discovers that Sarah-Prime isn't just building a successor—she’s rebuilding Elara’s father, the man whose death started the entire Ninth Core rebellion. But is it a reunion or a trap designed to test Elara's final humanity?

Sable’s expression changed instantly. She lifted her wrist device. Her eyes widened. “Oh no.” Alexander stiffened. “What now?” Sable backed away slowly. “They deployed a Sentinel.” Alexander’s blood ran cold. “A what?” Sable met his eyes. “A Purge-symbiote tracker. Designed to hunt awakened stabilizers and Primarchs.” Elias’s hands glowed. “It’s hunting us.” “No,” Sable said softly. “It’s hunting Lena’s scent. And the two of you are walking flares of her energy.”

It sat squarely in the center of the irradiated deserts of the North American continent. "And the capital," Kara whispered. "Sector Prime, USA Wastes. This is where the distress beacon was ultimately routed. It is the Global Command Hub. It houses the Prime Administrator—the master AI that controls the localized Admins. If the regional Admins are regional managers, the Prime Admin is the CEO. And we just burned down one of its branch offices." Ren stared at the four pulsing red dots. The sheer scale of the enemy was paralyzing. "They know we're here," Ren said, his tactical mind overriding the exhaustion that threatened to pull him under. "How long until they mobilize a retaliation fleet?"

Hundreds of celestial warriors forming a glowing ring around him. From the prison chamber, Seraphine grabbed the bars again. “Stop this!” The Ancients ignored her. Below, the lead sentinel lifted its spear. Its voice echoed like cold machinery. “Target: Immortal anomaly.” “Objective: Eradication.” Kael didn’t move. He simply looked around at the army. His expression was… bored. Then he sighed. “Really?” The sentinel attacked. It moved faster than lightning, spear slicing through the air with blinding speed.