M Prime Warframe Novels & Stories

“Professor Halden will be discussing documented psychological profiles of historical Primes.” A quiet murmur moved through the room. I sat still. The professor didn’t look at any of us when he began speaking. He opened a leather notebook and adjusted his glasses slightly, like a man about to review agricultural reports instead of living people. “Throughout recorded history,” he began calmly, “Primes have demonstrated highly volatile emotional architectures.” The word ‘volatile’ landed somewhere behind my ribs. I kept my eyes on my notebook. “Unlike standard elemental practitioners, Primes operate as multi-channel conduits,” he continued. “Which means emotional instability does not remain psy

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

A month or so later, my mate, beta, gamma, general and my close friend rushed to me, all wearing faces masked in worry. "Cimone, we have urgent news!" I turned away from my desk that I stood in front of, looking over our territory map. I looked at them all, then addressed my general. "What is the matter, Prudence?" Her mouth opened to speak, but it looked as if something crawled in it and jammed it shut. My heart went still at the raw emotion I saw in her eyes. Prudence was another close friend of mine. She was a great warrior from my sister's pack that decided to come and start over with me. She and her wolf, Helena, are great at their job. We ride into battle together at all times, with my

“How can you say so? Have you already seen one?” “You still have a lot to learn, Migi.” He smiled a little widely, ruffling her hair. “They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.”

His spear turned back to plasma blade because of the core’s energy is already runs out. He put out the empty core and throw it away, then he call up his drones. “Let’s begin!” said Cornelio. He activated PRD-class Encoded Weapon using different core from his drone then cut half the quill. Cornelio changed his core again then activated GLT-class Encoded Weapon and load up the half quill. “[Projectile loaded.]” Said Appsylon. “Incoming!” said Cornelio. “Get out of here!” said the PRD-class.