Megatronus X Solus Prime Novels & Stories

The alpha has salt and pepper hair, and silvery-grey eyes, while the luna’s hair still has some raven-black strands mixed in with white. I take in a long breath and pray to the Moon for courage. It isn’t very often any pack will attempt to make a truce with another.

"What?" "The Architects... they don't waste good material," Victor said, his eyes darting to the monitors showing the global Harvest. "When the station collapsed, the Heart didn't let him burn. It Recollected him. Jun was the first human to survive a full mutation without losing his cognitive functions. He’s... he’s a 'Prime' now." "Where is he?" Kazimir demanded, his voice cracking.

"I'm going to teach you what happens to wolfless bitches who don't know their place." I struggled, but without any wolf strength, I was helpless. Tears streamed down my face as he tore my shirt open, revealing my bra. "Stop." A voice commanded, drawing both out attention. I looked up to see a massive man, easily six feet with dark hair and tattoos running up his arms. I couldn’t see his face but it was his eyes that held me captive; a sharp silver, holding an intensity that screamed Alpha. And not just any Alpha. The aura that rolled off him was power on a level I'd never felt before.

Eric said. A female voice appeared fro the communicator . " Hello ! Please state your identity! ” Architect said. " This is Primal calling to the Sanctum. Come in sanctum. Rick said to Architect. " Read you loud and clear Primal! ” Vital said. By the way, Vital is a member of the sanctum that we met last year. His real name is Tyler Woolstick and he’s a hybrid that could see the weakness in anything and could siphon knowledge from anything to learns it’s purpose and origin.

Then he opened his eyes and lo, there stood a man, average height, his facial and body features were not clear but you could tell he looked Chinese. He was all dressed in black with a bullet proof vase and a black pistol that had a silencer on it’s mouth. He could hear the sound of the radio stuttering: “pointus Alpha 47 come in, over” before the man said; "pointus alpha 47 positive, target confirmed as Medusa, awaiting confirmation to proceed, over.” “pointus alpha 47, cleared to proceed, over” The man swiftly made to leave before he stopped abruptly on his steps and turned to them.

Nah, he didn’t know. Minutes ticked by when a second SUV pulled up and Phineas Striker slithered out. Why did all villains drive the same basic vehicle? They reconvened at the back end of the tractor trailer. Phineas and Nox’s father began talking when a flash of color raced past my peripheral. I craned my head upwards, towards the stack of shipping containers hiding us from view and gasped. The Whisperer sat on the edge of a container feet above our heads, his silver hair gently swaying in the breeze.

I pause…”And I wanted to heal her…” I say looking up and Selene nods… “Exactly…. And this is your warning…. If you heal anyone again, you WILL die.” My eyes widen, but she smiles, hugging me, “Congratulations on getting Cassandra and congrats on finding your mate when you do…” she hugs me tighter. “It may seem unfair, but I promise, it’ll be okay… read the books and find your powers… you have four more.” I smile, feeling her love, when suddenly my body shakes, “MIA! MIA! WAKE UP!” Veronica screams.

Celeste pulled up a holographic display, highlighting key individuals in the progressive coalition. "Primary threats remain the same," she said. "Alpha Xenois Blackwood—tactical genius, strong alpha with loyal pack. Alpha Zade—experienced leader with progressive policies and dangerous mate. Luna Lumina—surprisingly effective fighter who killed a nightwalker in close combat, which should be impossible." "What about the enhanced individuals?" I asked, focusing on the real problem. Celeste shifted the display to show new profiles.

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

He was doing this. His one arm was extended. Palms towards Elora as he looked at Alexandria. With eyes that no one has seen before. They were silver. Pure silver. And Thora felt a shiver run down her spine. No! This is not possible! No! This has happened in the history. It can't happen now. It's the death wolf taking full control of Thaneos. He will loose his humanity if this happens. He will go on a rampage killing everyone. Friends or foe.