Megatronus Prime X Solus Prime Novels & Stories

They move with a slow, predatory grace that makes my stomach flip. Alpha Prime leads them. He is the largest, a wall of scarred muscle with eyes that glow a dark, hungry gold. He doesn't wear a shirt, and the heat radiating off his chest is like a furnace. Behind him are the Twins, Silas and Kael. They are identical, massive, and move in total sync, their heavy boots thudding against the floor at the exact same time. Trailing behind is the Feral. He is the youngest, and his eyes are wide and wild. He looks sick with lust, his chest heaving as he catches the scent of my heat.

It was a horrifying sight: a wolf the size of a grizzly, its spine reinforced with glowing fiber-optic cables, its claws tipped with vibrating monomolecular blades. Kaelen stepped in front of Elara, his roar shaking the very foundations of the tower. He didn't shift fully—the serum held the beast at bay but his strength was augmented by the neural-link. He met the hybrid mid-air, a titan of redirected biology against a puppet of Sovereign. "Now, Elara!" he shouted through their mental link. She didn't hesitate. She slammed her hand onto the override. "Activating the 'Solstice' Pulse!" A wave of white light erupted from the server racks, a localized EMP designed to fry Sovereign's hardware wi

They didn't carry rifles; their right forearms were heavy, pneumatic pile-drivers that hummed with a low-frequency vibration capable of liquefying a wolf’s internal organs with a single strike. "Unauthorized asset detection," the lead construct announced, its voice synthesized through a high-fidelity speaker that rattled the glass panels of the transit platform. "Serial number #3, Zora Vane. You are currently operating under a secondary liquidation decree. Stand down and present the infant for structural reclamation." Dante let out a low, concussive rumble from the depths of his mutated lungs, his great front paws tearing deep grooves into the reinforced concrete of the plaza. The violet fir

said Shadow looking at Birdie (Boscage Maze), Maria Robotnik and Nexus. I looked at Nexus, a wolf with 4000 Crystal and Gemstone-like tails wearing Black Crop Top paired with a V-String Thong with Garters and with Spiked Choker, Spiked Shoulder Pads., Spiked Arm Bracelets, Fingerless Gloves, Spiked Knee Pads, Spiked Leg Bracelets connected to his His Spiked Shoes with chains, Tail Spiked Bracelets for all 4000 crystal and gemstone-like tails and Facemask; all accessories uniformly coloured in black with a Paradox Prism heart. Then Nexus and I did a dap up and Nexus turned into light. Sonic, Shadow, Birdie (Boscage Maze) and Maria Robotnik were shocked that Nexus vanished, then I morphed into

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

He slowly pushed himself up from the mud, resting his hand on the hilt of his Phase-Knife. Captain Reyes, hearing the synthesized voice, froze mid-stride. The color drained from her face. She pushed her way through a group of celebrating bikers, dropping to her knees beside us. "That's Silas. The Prime Architect of Neo-Angeles. He’s the one who designed the cryo-bunkers." The audio file continued, immune to our horror. "You have destroyed the Avatar of Sol. You have neutralized the Nullity command structure. By all old-world metrics, you have won the territorial dispute over Sector Coldwater. However, you misunderstand the nature of our awakening."

However, suspicion grew amongst the remaining ones as their numbers dwindled, and they started calling for the ones I had killed. Before they could alert Ted via mind-link, I used a laser beam to take them down simultaneously. This weapon was an incredible asset that Solomons had managed to pilfer from the lab. It proved invaluable when faced with multiple assailants. "Solomons, what's the situation inside?" I asked before signaling him to unlock the door. "We're just about to inject. Get in quickly. Mac and Darcus have managed to rescue the others and are headed toward the exit. We're running out of time," Solomon relayed urgently. At his signal, the door lock clicked open.

I admitted. The twins were stronger than your usual wolf because they had the blood of two Alphas in their system. They also had royal blood which made them all the more powerful - Maxwell would become even more powerful than his mother when the time came and he would have abilities which could either be used for evil or for good. Bradley would harness his powers for evil. If he was returned to Ellie then he powers would be used for nothing other than good because she is a wonderful women while Bradley is full of hatred.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.