Novel & Cerita Decepticon Prime

"Then you have something coming because until I am still alive, you will never be an alpha, you will not lord it over me." I smirked. "Oh Hilary, I never knew you love to die, how could you be so stupid, to want to wedge war with someone with alpha blood, when you have none of that in your system?" "And you think you could pull one over a Lycan?" She points at Jack, now I get the picture, Damien had made him the head of his armies, knowing that he is Lycan and his strength is no match for any werewolf but he got something coming, the shock of his life because right now, he is lying lifeless on the floor.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

she inquired, eagerness and uncertainty in her voice. As the introductions continued, I interjected, "There's no need. That's Council member Azrael and Council member Dean," introducing Venita to the esteemed elders of the pack. Their expressions ranged from stoic acknowledgment to subtle nods, each revealing a depth of wisdom earned through centuries of existence and their careful mastery of masking unreadable emotions.

Dorian screamed. We dove sideways. We rolled behind a stack of crates. Dorian hit the detonator. BOOM. The explosion shook the entire hangar. The robot’s leg sheared off at the knee. Metal twisted and snapped. The Reaper Prime toppled. It crashed to the floor with a sound like a collapsing building. It was down. But it was not dead. The upper torso was still active. It dragged itself across the floor using its arms. The Gatling guns spun up again. It was crawling toward us like a mechanical zombie.

Ambrose said, not wasting a second. I moved beside Ambrose as directed and smiled. Next was Alpha Bryce, then Tyrus, then Silas. From there I tuned out everyone. The last Alpha on the list was Alpha Jace. No one picked Jemisha, so he got stuck with her. He wasn’t happy about it either. Jemisha looked at Silas like she wanted to cry. He didn’t pick her. Instead, he picked Christine because Heidi, Josie, and I were all chosen and had the highest scores. It seemed to go in that order too.

He lost his mum when he was only two. I would be meeting Lucien Blackwood for the first time today, and I’m quite nervous. From what I’ve heard, Mr. Blackwood is nothing like Micah, he is ruthless and unyielding. The elevator doors opened, Micah stepped out with a tall figure and my blood suddenly went cold. No! It couldn’t be! The man looked up and our eyes met. The same face, the same dark eyes, the same silver streak at his

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

Lucas was driving his bike happily because there are no bodyguards following them, feeling free he didn't notice a car swerved around a corner and it hit him, an explosion occur. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A new voice, deeper, colder than any we’d heard before, came up the stairwell. “Primary Alpha target detected. Termination protocol authorized.” Then it stepped into view. One single enhanced wolf. But this one was different. It was taller, looked heavier, and carried a lot of scars on its body like it had survived a hundred battles. But I was pretty sure that those scars were just design protocol. No way this thing had been fighting for that long. Its golden eyes burned almost white. It looked straight at me and smiled with too many teeth. “Hello, Kade. I am Unit Prime. And I was created to kill you.”

frequency into it. ​"You’re just a recording," Leo growled, his eyes burning orange. "And I’m the one who’s deleting the file." ​The silver circuits in Leo’s arm flared white. The feedback traveled into the Prime, causing its skin to pixelate and tear. The "Clean" DNA inside the Prime began to boil, the biological and digital components of the construct fighting each other. With a final, massive surge of energy, Leo threw the Prime into the carrier’s intake manifold.