Decepticon Prime Novels & Stories

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

He was the ghost in the machine, and the machine was now the size of a continent. A door hissed open, and a figure entered. It was a Sentinel 3.0, a terrifying fusion of human bone and Aether-tech carbon. It didn't have a face, only a vertical slit of violet light that acted as a multi-spectral sensor. It didn't carry a gun; its entire right forearm was a sonic lance, capable of liquefying a werewolf’s internal organs with a single burst. "The 'Chosen One' has left the mountains," the Sentinel reported, its voice a synthesized drone. "The Prism is stable. The 'Anomalous Chord' is being modulated by a creative frequency."

The retinal scanner blinked green, and the doors slid open with a hiss. Grace stepped inside and shivered. “Feels like walking into a graveyard.” “No,” Adrian said. “This is where monsters are born.” Inside, the Tower was a network of pristine white halls and black-glass chambers. An AI system greeted them. “Welcome, Adrian Ashford. Clearance level: Omega Prime.” The voice was cold. Masculine. Synthetic. It sounded eerily like Alaric. Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Deactivate vocal resemblance.” “Voice adjusted,” the AI responded.

Sebastian shouted, reloading his revolver. "No technology is unstoppable," Jackson assessed the situation calmly, even as chunks of concrete were blown off his cover by the relentless gunfire. "Alex, bring up the schematics for the suit! Now!" "I'm looking! I'm looking!" Alex typed frantically. "It's a Vex-Mk4 Prototype. It has a flaw! The power core on the back. It relies on air intake. If the vents are blocked, the reactor overheats!" "The vents on the back," Jackson repeated. "Understood."

“You’re our warrior, Aluxious. We protected you all these years so we could end this war and bring peace among the races.” “Do I know him?” The moon goddess nodded. “Don’t underestimate him. He’s got the magic of the elves and the strength of the lycans.” This shit sucked. “We can’t stay for long.” Gaia disappeared. “Huh?” He turned in time to see the moon goddess the following suit, leaving only a trail of silvery mist. Aluxious focused on the little boy, regarding his features. Who are you?

I tried to act unaffected on the outside, but on the inside my stomach was tumbling. His eyebrows pulled together, "Dammit, Sofia. This isn't a game. Destroying Roman won't be easy and if you fuck this up, I'll make you regret being born." "You can't destroy him. He's too powerful," I hissed. "That's why I have you," he laughed, "The great Roman Moretti will never suspect his scaredy little wife. Trust me, Sofia. Every great empire's destruction started from the inside. Once he's out of the way-" his words trailed off as if he had said too much.

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

I saw my mom who was looking badly at the child, I couldn't see her face very well because her face is blurry but she had two horns on her head. I grabbed the tree next to me. "What was that?" I asked myself. Why is my mom is with that child? Who is that girl with horns? And that seems to be true... it seems that..... that thing happened. Why did I suddenly think of that? I just shook my head and started walking again until I entered the house. I saw Tito Leo carrying garbage, it looks like he will throw it away now. Tito Leo is the youngest brother of my mom.

To him, they weren't family; they were competitors that were no longer a problem. The lack of emotion that purebloods seemed to operate with concerned me. Adam was the only one whom I found to be even somewhat emotional-even then it was fervent and sensual, not sadness, sorrow, or even joy. Both Jace and Diedrick were both robots that were ruthless, even towards family, in achieving power and status. Because Diedrick had decided to stay-whether it was out of pity or duty, I wasn't sure-Adam and I had the plane to ourselves.