M Prime Warframe Novels & Stories

"You think this is a victory? You've just stunted the planet's evolution. You’ve condemned yourselves to a slow death in a scorched forest." ​"We've lived in the soot before," I said, standing up as the steam began to clear. My hands were no longer green; they were charred, the metal scars glowing with residual heat. "We’re quite good at it." ​Sarah-Prime didn't wait for a second exchange. A small, translucent drone descended from the clouds, snatching her up before Killian could reload. As she ascended, she looked down at the blackened spire of the Ninth Core.

Drake has hope in his heart. "Yes, alpha," Millie answered. "She just needs to regain her strength by now..." she paused. "Emily’s soul was in the temple of the moon goddess." "How did you know?" "The prophecy tells." She replied. When the war ended, Drake took care of his son while watching Emily and waiting for her to wake up. That day, rouges and hunters were all dead. Blood was scattered around, but his soldiers and his Beta cleaned up the mess. Bury the dead and remember those who gave their lives.

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

Energy Grid soared up, carrying Warzone toward the test tubes full of hybrids. Warzone summoned a bow and arrow. Energy Grid flung Warzone toward them and she shot multiple arrows at the tubes, linking them together. “I’m done,” Warzone said. She started descending. But Energy Grid caught her in midair. Time returned to normal. “Vice Grip! Primal! Now!” Warzone hollered. Then Primal grabbed Vice Grip and threw him toward Thorne with the strength of a gorilla. Vice Grip began spiraling clockwise like a football and charged up his hands.

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.”

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

It was not a memory of hunger, but a memory of true taste, the warmth of a home kitchen, the aroma of fried shallots mingling with savory broth, and the laughter of people sharing a single bowl of instant noodles. This is a memory of taste, Bima whispered, his eyes widening as he realized a much greater truth. The wheat seeds were not meant to be planted in the soil. They are catalysts meant to restore the collective memory that Core Prime erased. Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet trembled violently, and small cracks began to emit a familiar neon blue glow. The Core Prime system was not dead. It had merely been suppressed into a deeper layer of reality. Target subject located in reserv

| Did you also hear that in a wise, croaky wizard voice? Rigelius Prime is the favorite character of user @negativeeight. Based on his choice of character, I guess @negativeeight is some middle-aged guy. He was the only player who was kind to me when I tried a little bit of PvP and MOBA on Dungeon Raydens. Of course this was all before the epic battle against Josh the Voldemort and his goons, before I got stuck in here.

Ezra had also received his opponent's wild declaration of war. He closed his eyes slightly, speculating on his opponent's exact direction. Windy and Nolan also heard howls filled with declarations of war. The instincts of a Wolf warrior didn't let them have the slightest thought of backing down. They both spun in unison as they flew in Ezra's direction. All the creatures in the forest are afraid to return to their lair because the mystic declares war. The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere.