M Prime Warframe Novels & Stories

"Thank you." I winked at him and turned back to the door. ** "Now that we're all here." Taryk shot me a side glance. I shrugged my shoulders. He rolled his eyes. "Hellion, you have the floor." He sat down and waved Hellion to the end of the table. "I've called you all together today," Hellion began, a broad smile on his face. None of us were in the playing mood. Our faces showed it. He sighed. "Fine. Straight into the doom and gloom then. I'm a Prime. I'm the Prime of Death. I rule over what could most easily be understood as a ‘Hell world.' I know, I know. Hate the game, not the player."

My skin prickled. Vaelcryns stood in smaller numbers, tall and dangerous, with metal-like scale ridges along backs and arms, their movements smooth enough to be unsettling. Some wore armour designed around the ridges, fitted with brutal precision. Their eyes were not like wolves or dragons. Colder. Reflective. The kind of eyes that looked as if they had learned long ago not to waste expression before killing. Primas stood among them too. Fewer. But I felt them. That old power. Different from dragons. Different from wolves. A strange thread of sacred strength that pulled at the part of me that had once reached toward the barrier and wondered why fate had chosen me so badly. Some Primas looked

He commented dryly and Daral gave him an annoyed look. “Why do you have to do everything the hard way? You are our Prime, not just a leader and you know it. What she said is true. No one has had a child born with the Prime gene in years. You and I are the only two known alive right now for sure to have produced those with the prime gene. Neither of us have a mate, so you better take the help Aries.” Aries let out a heavy sigh.

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.

and return the solar system to its "Default-State." Avery Vane-Thorne stood on the command deck of the Ares-Prime, the flagship of the new "Tri-World-Fleet." For the first time, "Sovereign-Pilots," "Amethyst-Navigators," and "Technocracy-Engineers" sat at the same consoles, their distinct "Standards" woven into a single, functional "Combat-Frequency."

None of them acknowledged either MC and he had to squeeze Jenna’s hand when it looked like she wanted to go to her brother. Preacher, a member from The Sinners, gave a beautiful sermon. He’d known Bandit for almost thirty years. The eulogy was emotional, spoke of each man’s values, his soul, the role he’d played in the club, the loyalty, love and dedication that they’d given to the Warriors. Jake, K-9, Dagger, Poison, and Shadow each carried an urn inside the mausoleum. Plaques had been made with their names, rank and the dates of their birth and death, and fastened to the shelf. Jake took a deep breath as he placed Bandit’s urn above his plaque.

The moment of truth. My fingers were inches from the chip when the entire wall of windows behind Jeff exploded inwards. The world dissolved into a shower of screaming glass and roaring wind. A sleek, black aerial drone hovered where the window had been, its weapons systems humming with lethal intent. Standing in the jagged opening, silhouetted against the city lights, was Prime. Her obsidian eyes glinted, and her voice cut through the chaos, cold and absolute. “The emotional compromise is complete,” she stated, her rifle rising again, not toward me, but toward Jeff. “Targeting the architect. Eliminating the corruption at its source.”

Kael’s POV The Prime Purge Wolf lunged at Lyra. I shifted instantly into my massive black wolf, launching myself between her and the creature in an explosive clash of claws, teeth, and stone. The collision was louder than the collapse of the previous chamber. The Prime Purge Wolf was far stronger than the prototypes or the Royal Purge Alpha, and I felt its reinforced skeleton through the impact. I was thrown backward but twisted mid-air to land upright, planting myself firmly between Lyra and the beast. The masked officer watched with satisfaction, revealing that this creature was never intended for Crown control.

The red light on my tactical console died, replaced by a steady, quiet blue. Silence returned to the basement—stagnant, metallic, and heavy with the smell of burnt circuits. Kael’s voice was a final, peaceful rattle in my skull. “Done… for… now…” I fell to my knees, my breath coming in shallow, jagged sips. My left arm was smoking, the waxy quartz skin now etched with a jagged, crimson-black sigil—the mark of the Second Prime. Leo threw his shivering body against my chest, his stuffy nose wet against my skin.

Hearing this, Autumn was startled and said, “If you buy a few at once, I can sell them to you for two million each.” Philip said, “Okay, give me five.” “Any heavy artillery warcraft? Recommend one or two to me.” Hearing Philip's request, Autumn's eyes lit up. Heavy artillery warcraft was beyond compare in terms of price, so she quickly said, “The most powerful warcraft with heavy artillery is the Garuda warcraft, also known as the Sky Gunship. The Garuda warcraft has a total of 24 main energy cannons and 48 secondary energy cannons. It's the absolute overlord of the sky!