M Prime Warframe Novels & Stories

A black wolf with golden paws, white strips on his tail, and blue skylight eyes. ‘’Bring it on’’ he growls at the guards. Everyone knew better than to fight with the god of war. He was the war god and the best in the land, ‘’come on if you want your sacrifice so much then you will have to go through me to get it, nothing more” Damon was not only daring be scary as well. Prince Philip transforms, his wolf is dark and scary with bloodshot red eyes, white fur, and dark spots. He is the few blessed with red eyes, which Is not very common within the clan.

"Prime is offering peace. Reject it and Prime offers destruction instead." "We've survived destruction before." "Not like this. Elena was restrained. Played by rules. Maintained appearances." Cassandra steps closer despite the weapons. "Prime has no such limitations. Will burn cities to kill you. Will eradicate bloodlines completely. Will turn your victory into ashes." "Then ashes it is. Leave." Jamie's done talking. Cassandra shrugs. "Your choice. But know this. Prime predicted you'd refuse. Actually hoped you would. Peace is boring. War is interesting. And Prime hasn't had interesting in centuries."

He lifts the shirt to assess him and just as quickly covers him up again. ‘Micah, not Micah,’ he says, falling to his knees. His hand runs down his face in disbelief and sadness. ‘This is going to destroy Alpha Varan. Micah is his only son and his pride and joy.’ Alpha Greg looks at me, but I don’t make eye contact. Instead, I continue to stroke my fingers through Micah’s hair and rock. His pack members place a stretcher and a body bag on the ground and begin to put gloves on.

A single, brilliantly glowing golden star system illuminated the dark space relatively close to their current position. "Zenith Prime," Elara stated, her amber eyes reflecting the golden light. "It's an orbital forge-world. The Creators use it to manufacture their world-cracker flagships. If any place in this sector has survived the Void Sovereign's advance, it's Zenith Prime. The planetary shields are practically impenetrable."

I am not well endowed on the chest my breast being a B cup I do though know I have a banging body with my flat tummy flaring out hips and nice ass that I can't wait to bounce while i ride Mr Parker's dick. Hurrying out the house I leave my hair down its naturally wavy having a Brazilian mother and a Black father people can't really pin point my ethnicity I don't care to explain it to them my skin is dark toffee colour ,I have been told my eyes are hazel but change colour What I do know is that I am pretty how could Mr Parker resist this.

Blade Ferguson is a cursed wolf and a bringer of doom. I rose from the bed without waking Camille and I went to the bathroom. After rinsing my face, I looked at the mirror and stared at myself. I was damn handsome—no doubt. I was wealthy, powerful, strong and invincible. But I still hated myself. No matter what Blade Ferguson do, I'd always hate him. The two years I had been Thomas Parker had been the most peaceful time of my life, a simple life but exciting and peaceful nonetheless. As long as I remained Blade Ferguson, I'd forever be sorrowful and filled with hate. There was no redemption for Blade. No redemption.

59:59. "He's going to do it," the Child-Arthur whispered, his velvet coat turning grey under the shadow of the weapon above. "The Architect Prime doesn't see people. He sees Overhead. And right now, the Noise-Sector is a debt he intends to write off." The refugees in the warehouse were no longer shouting; they were paralyzed by the sight of the sky turning into a weapon. Meilin stood on the ruins of the engine block, her Sovereign-Iron staff glowing with a frantic, jagged violet light.

Honolulu—Pearl Harbor remnants swallowed. London—Thames choked. Casualties scrolling too fast to read—millions already. My crown flares hot—violet lightning crackling around my fists, scorching the marble floor. The system screams alerts in my HUD, red text blazing. *Global Quest Activated: Defend Terra Prime* *Threat Level: Planetary Invasion* *Failure Condition: Swarm Consumption > fifty percent Biomass* *Reward: Planetary Survival Buff (Unknown)* Remy’s hand finds my shoulder—steady, grounding, coyote-gold flickering in his eyes.

Over fifty thousand regional wolf-guards had thrown down their arms, falling into formation behind the nine-foot titan. And at the center of the massive, glowing red war-host, moving at breakneck speed along the grand imperial highway straight toward the capital... was a solitary, massive iron structure being dragged by six mutated shadow-beasts. "What is that central unit?" Zane asked, leaning over the holographic map, his brow furrowed. Asher’s voice returned, dropping into a whisper that carried the cold weight of absolute death: "It's an ancient mobile execution platform, Zane... The First Prime isn't marching to negotiate with the High Council's remnants. He has declared a Primal Trial.

About a hundred warriors stood on the field of battle, ready for one-on-one combat. They gather as usual before five every morning and put in the necessary work to improve. Gamma Mace was facing the crowds with one hand holding his weapon and the other resting by his side. Although Mace wasn't as tall as Simon, he was still attractive. At a very young age, he converted to the gamma state. He is now 22 years old. He was one of the most powerful warriors who had previously protected the packs from rogues.