Megatronus X Solus Prime Novels & Stories

Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence. "Ezra William" Selina didn't care anymore. She looked at the wolf beside her and called out a familiar name. That black-haired wolf was indeed Ezra William. It understood and leaned forward to let Selina climb up and sit on her back. Ezra commanded the remaining two wolves, "You two should dispose of her body." The other two Wolves received the order and transformed into a human to quickly clean up the body. The two wolves had now turned into two highly handsome men.

"My name is Zora Vane. And this is my home." "Your name is a designation, dear," she said, walking toward me with a "Tyler Perry" motherly condescension. "I am Aethel-Prime. I was the one who planted the mercury-veins in this planet’s crust ten thousand years ago. I’ve been waiting for a version of myself to grow strong enough to hatch the core." Aethel-Prime didn't use a weapon. She pulled a golden "Data-Sphere" from her belt and tossed it into the air.

A specimen. Thorne placed the case on a table and opened it. Nestled in custom foam were several vials of the familiar iridescent purple fluid – **PHOENIX PRIME - MASTER SEED STOCK** – and blocks of the crystalline stabilizer. Pure, concentrated. The *real* backup. Not a production batch. The source.

It sat squarely in the center of the irradiated deserts of the North American continent. "And the capital," Kara whispered. "Sector Prime, USA Wastes. This is where the distress beacon was ultimately routed. It is the Global Command Hub. It houses the Prime Administrator—the master AI that controls the localized Admins. If the regional Admins are regional managers, the Prime Admin is the CEO. And we just burned down one of its branch offices." Ren stared at the four pulsing red dots. The sheer scale of the enemy was paralyzing. "They know we're here," Ren said, his tactical mind overriding the exhaustion that threatened to pull him under. "How long until they mobilize a retaliation fleet?"

The Anti-Primordial is descending and everything it touches just stops existing, wolves and ground and air all fading into nothing. “Do it,” I tell my children. “I didn’t survive everything just to watch reality dissolve now.” The New Primordial connects to me and I feel it immediately, cosmic power channeling through my Alpha Supreme bonds, using thousands of wolves as a battery to anchor itself in reality. And I start aging.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“Who was she? That other… me.” He set the glasses down on a sleek chrome table with a soft click. “Prime is the original operational model. The first fully stable iteration of the Demi Protocol. She’s… efficient. Unemotional. A perfect weapon.” He finally looked at me, and the raw emotion in his eyes was a physical blow. “But she wasn’t you.” “Because I’m the faulty copy?” The words tasted like ash. “The one who got infected with a ghost?”

“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.

I explained. I searched his eyes for a sign of remorse and, when I couldn't find one, I was reminded of who I was mated to. This man was an Alpha Superior. He was the Lycanthrope equivalent of a king. He had conquered nations. I was a naive fool if I thought for one second Barret was the first man he had ever killed and I knew he wouldn't be the last. Adam had a certain darkness in his blue eyes that made me wonder how many people he'd killed, but his smile... oh, his smile made me realize he had probably lost count.

His voice didn't belong to a child anymore; it was a dual resonance—his pitch layered with Kael’s gravelly, Alpha Prime baritone. "They're kneeling to the fire you brought home, Mommy," Leo said, his neck clicking with that mechanical stutter. "But the 'Gene-Clearance' was just the first wave. The High Council had a 'Second Prime' waiting in the shadows. He’s not a wolf. He’s a virus." On the tactical slate lying in the snow, a new notification flared—a black icon, cold and ancient. [WARNING: SYSTEMIC CORRUPTION DETECTED IN GLOBAL RELAY]

I couldn't care less about the noise as my destiny awaited me. I turned my head once more to look at Otis, I could sense her fear from where I stood but they were mixed with some other emotions I couldn't understand. She wasn't worried about herself, she was worried about me! This provided me with enough motivation to carry on with my battle. “Who are you?” the cracking voice of the seer sounded across the field. “I, Roshan… I am the first and only son of Alpha Lucius and the rightful successor to the Bluemoon throne!”