Animated Sentinel Prime Novels & Stories

Nero kills the engine, and for a moment, no one says anything. I turn my attention back to Sophia, carefully adjusting her in my arms so I can carry her inside without waking her. She stirs a little but stays asleep; her face peaceful, completely unaware of what just happened. “We’ll need to send Gammas to Darius’ territory tomorrow,” Nero says, his voice calm but firm, breaking the silence. “It belongs to us now.” Osiris only nods, his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes still unfocused. Nero sighs, turning toward him. “Osiris, I mean it. You need to check in with the rest of the pack once you’ve come down from this. You’re no good to anyone when you’re too deep in your head.”

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

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...”

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?

Why. Because at least she knew she has chosen it herself. ______________________________________ Next will contain triggering content. Sensitive people can stop here if they want because the next few chapters are going to be triggering. Read the tags before continuing.

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?"

She grabbed the handle of the digital blade and pulled it toward her own chest, offering her own heart to the machine. The void shattered. The white light imploded into a thousand shards of glass. Ava gasped, her lungs burning with the return of the Arctic air. She wasn't in a boardroom. She was in a high-tech laboratory, the smell of ozone and chemicals filling the air. Caleb was standing right in front of her. He wasn't in a glass chair. He was clutching her shoulders, his face wet with tears. "Ava... you came back," he choked out. “Trial Complete,” the Sentinel’s original mechanical voice echoed. “The Heart is weighted. The Miller greed has been purged. Sector Prime is unlocked.”

"We received your... loud notification. The shattering of a Harvester Command Vessel is a feat usually reserved for the elder civilizations. We wished to see the 'primitive' world that managed it." "You've seen it," I said, stepping forward. I let the "Holy Fire" shimmer just beneath the surface of my skin, a silent warning that the primitive world had teeth. "I am Elena, the Argentum Prime. This is Killian, Alpha-Prime of the Silver Line. You used the word 'Acknowledge.' What exactly are you acknowledging?"

"He’s a fragment. A piece of Julian’s original consciousness, embedded in a biological weapon." Sentinel Prime advanced, the air around him crackling with frost. The concrete walls of the vault began to crack, spiderwebbing under the sheer force of his presence. His voice was a guttural rumble that vibrated through the very ground. "I am the... beginning. You are... the end." Caspian shoved Jade behind him. "Aris, fall back! Get to the extraction point!" Aris, her face grim, laid down a covering fire before retreating into the tunnel. She knew they couldn't win a direct fight.