Novel & Cerita Megatronus Prime X Solus Prime

He sliced through the shadow-hand, but it just reformed, multiplying into a dozen translucent figures—the Prime-Sentinels. They were reflections of us. A shadow-Félix, a shadow-Magnus, a shadow-Runa. They moved with a terrifying, liquid grace, their eyes two pits of cold, indigo hunger. "DEFEND THE ANCHOR!" Valerius II roared, leading his iron-shifters into the fray.

Something heavy. A massive robot stepped out. It was twelve feet tall. It was painted black. It had Gatling guns for arms. "Meet the Reaper Prime," Garrett said. "Automated defense system. Enjoy." He ran toward a side exit. "Kill them," Garrett ordered the robot. The robot’s eyes glowed red. The guns spun up. Whirrrrrr. "Cover!" Kael screamed. We dove behind the missile cart just as the room erupted in a hail of bullets.

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..."

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

“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.”

Maya asked, her hands glowing with a soft gold as she gripped the overhead support rail. ​"Ten minutes. Maybe less," Silas replied, her jaw set. "But we’ve got a bigger problem. Look at the scanners." ​On the tactical display, hundreds of red icons began to swarm the landing zone. These weren't drones or machines. They were the "Apex" wolves, Thorne’s personal guard, fully infused with the Primal Seed and the necro-virus. They were standing on the jagged obsidian peaks, their eyes glowing with a synchronized, rhythmic red pulse.

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.

[Lennox’s POV] Loud music echoed around the bar as I sat alone in a booth that was covered perfectly by the shadows, so I could see but not be seen. Despite hating being in places like this, I couldn’t avoid it, not if I wanted to find him. Alphonze LeBeau, current alpha of the Caelum pack. The strongest alpha of his time and the one man who could help me recover what was always meant to be mine. And if he didn’t want to help me, well, I had ways of making him agree.

Osiris frowns, but takes a seat, his eyes fixed on Nero, bracing himself for what comes next. “Nero found out something about Morana,” I start, trying to ease into the conversation, “about her wolf.” Osiris’s brow furrows in confusion. “Morana? What about her wolf?” “It’s not just her wolf, Osiris,” Nero takes over. “When I used my Alpha Sight on Morana, I found out that there’s something attached to it called a Meraloth—an ancient entity that feeds on memories. And we believe it’s responsible for the memory losses both you and Camellia experienced.”

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l