M Prime Warframe Novels & Stories

He paused, looking from his documents to us with a smile. "Are you sure?" He asked with a lop sided smirk. "An Aston Martin Valkyrie. This rare beauty uses its side mounted ca—" My eyes fazed out in excitement as i smiled at Jade. This was the life i wanted. And in that moment the luxury was nice. It felt unrealistic. And extravagant. But i thought i was finally living, finally grasping the world. Life. But alas— To be continued...

“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

[Primus] At least thirty armed drakes walk towards me. The ones in the back are holding their crossbows aimed at my throat, their eyes glowing icy blue with menace. Air drake soldiers are an elite group of warriors trained from the time they are hatched to be efficient assassins. They are notorious for their cold cruelty and are often hired by nobles and wealthy merchants for espionage and security. They are mercenaries of the sky with the ability to hear any secret carried on the wind.

(The sound of a loud thud is heard at the top of the ship on the deck for just a moment and then the sound of screaming is heard similar to that of a woman's voice in the distance) Xanne: Hell yeah! Finally a day that actually doesn't involve military forces attempting to shoot us down, or some political leader attempting to recruit us to their military is called prime selection day the one and only day were things can't possibly go wrong. That girl even kept her word for once instead of being a selfish brat and stayed on the ship. you know what maybe I'll get her a couple of video games she's been asking for. (He smiles as he runs his hand through his hair removing a few strands from his fa

The Void-Prime emerged from the fissure, not as a beast, but as a fluid, obsidian ink that sought out anything with a frequency. The Iron-Wolves of the South were the first to engage. Led by Captain Thorne, they dived into the fissure, their silver-gold hulls glowing with a magnetized brilliance. They were heavy, their iron-resonance acting as a "Dead-Weight" that the shadow-ink struggled to move. "THEY'RE TARGETING THE DENSITY!" Arthur shouted from the lead dreadnought, his voice a metallic resonance. "Emma, the Prime-Core is trying to 'Weight' its own darkness with our iron! If it succeeds, it will become a Physical-Void that cannot be dispersed!"

Leading the charge was a hulking Vanguard General carrying a dark-silver warhammer that hummed with anti-mana energy. "Kill the villains!" roared the General, his voice booming out of his iron helmet. The Primarch offers ten thousand gold pieces for the head of the Sun Queen! In an instant the courtyard turned into a bloody chaotic battlefield. Claws met black silver, shadow magic battled anti-mana fields, and the desperate roars of shifters bounced off the high granite walls.

] Variant name: O-225CM Mist Prowler Base model: Octagon O-225C Original Manufacturer: Globe-Elstar Corporation Weight Classification: Medium-Light Recommended Role: Guerilla Fighter Performance improvement: 14% Overall evaluation: The Mist Prowler is a reimagining of the base model that performs slightly better at a much higher cost. The mech features a redesigned armor scheme that has marginally improved its damage absorption capacity but provides increased mobility in battles of attrition. The added particle ejection system gives the mech an advantage in shorter battles if the pilot is skilled enough to make the best out of the opportunity.

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

cleared instantly. The image sharpened into 4K resolution. We stared at the screen. On the dark waters of the southern ocean, a fleet of ships was cutting through the waves. They weren't steel ships. They looked like they were made of white bone or bleached driftwood. They had no sails. No smokestacks. And on the decks stood figures. Thousands of them. They were humanoid, but they wore armor made of the same white material. They stood perfectly still. "What are they?" I whispered. "The Hollow Men," Wulfric’s voice came from the doorway. We turned. Wulfric wasn't there—he was dead. But standing there was Silas, my father. He had aged, his hair completely white now, leaning on a cane much lik

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.