Horde Prime Fanart Novels & Stories

The cool afternoon breeze swept my curly hair into my face. A group of seniors were playing football nearby. I sat alone, headphones on my ears, staring at the face I had sketched in my sketchbook five years ago. A face I liked to stare at to fuel my anger and hatred for people.

But out of the shadows of the broken mirrors, a new signal flared—a white icon, cold and ancient. [SOURCE IDENTIFIED: THE THIRD PRIME] [STATUS: AWAKENED] [DIRECTIVE: HARVEST THE MOTHER] A massive, bone-white claw reached through the void, wrapping around my obsidian arm. The war for the soul had just found its final predator.

The bright colored male is so far away I can't make out his features, but I know Mo can. "Welcome to the fourth Harvest Tournament where we unite our differences and celebrate the bravest warriors in the universe. The colors this Harvest will be Cok green, Gaimo red, Earth blue, Puelo white, Makskin gold, Glortinon orange, Shikaz yellow, Hassin purple, Bronkark brown, Frole silver, Vaals burgundy, and Kea black. We have flags and support banners available for scanning on your screens," the announcer says and the crowd goes wild.

But as we slowed our approach toward the city limits, my data-deck vibrated again. I looked down at the screen. The single Sun-Hound hadn't retreated to run away. He had retreated to call in the cavalry. On the horizon behind us, emerging from the tree line of the glowing jungle, wasn't another squad of hover-bikes. It was a Prime Forge. It looked like a crawling city block. A colossal, treaded walking factory, belching black smoke into the pristine air, its massive cannons rotating to lock onto our coordinates. "Prez," Tank said slowly, bringing his trike to a halt. "We're gonna need a bigger gun."

He lost most of the fingers on his left hand, but it doesn't keep him from producing amazing portraits that are now sprinkled around our castles. The latest portrait of my mate and child is my favorite -Pepper, in human form, wears the headpiece Meagan gave her and she's dressed in a skimpy green outfit that Roxy presented as a motherhood gift. Jewel is in dragon form and much larger than Pepper, though still obviously a young dragon. Her horns have not yet grown in and her bald head reminds me of Pepper's. They stand on a rock ledge with Pepper's hand resting on our daughter's head. Mikael painted Jewel's peevish expression perfectly. Our daughter hates to stay still. We already know she wi

“Have you heard from the Horde? Are they aware of what Serenity is?” Patrick looked at the blond and shrugged. “The Horde knows, but I doubt they care. All they want is for her to stay out of the Legion’s hands. They have other Skin Writers who are trained. They will lead against anything which is coming.” “Are you fucking serious?” Noah spat and Thorne poked his head out of his room. “Serenity is going to be the most powerful Skin Writer the Horde has ever had in its ranks, and they’re more concerned with a bunch of geriatrics? Luana is older than sliced bread, for fuck sake.”

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

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.

Because of this, he met the same fate as Alpha Trent. I reach the next pack, the Shadow Blade Pack. There are lit torches everywhere. I see a lot of pack members are enslaved and malnourished. They are all forced to create daggers and swords. The smoke from their forging ruins their lungs as they cough while working. I confront Alpha Harrid about his pack, and he welcomes me with a sword. He tries to kill me but fails. After a few seconds, his body lays lifeless on the ground. I free his pack members ordering them to stop working and rest. While in Alpha Harrid’s office, I find a dagger with a moon design on its handle and take it as a souvenir. I tell the Shadow blade pack that they will ne

I learnt a long time ago , there's no point of speaking , when none is going to value your words . Third person pov : Hoor was looking stunning in her deep red lehnga. Her step mother always felt wary of her .Hoor had gotten the best features of her father and mother . Hoor's step sister was a year older than her. She was beautiful with her black hair and grey eyes , but it was nothing compared to Hoor. Her stepmother didn't want any troubles for her own daughter(Aiza) thats why, decided to marry her off . ........... On the other hand , Arhaan was standing in front of mirror wearing a black 3 piece, combing his hair when his phone started ringing . He picked the call , seeing it was from h