Metropolis Prime Novels & Stories

We were in Shorecrest. Giant green 50s light posts came into view and kept cascading down a long drive was that led us to giant black gates of one of the most exclusive properties in all of Metro Heights – Wu Manor. A giant mansion, among three, that sat on top of the highest points in Shorecrest, where lavish parties for diplomats, royals and only 2 percent of the socialite group of Metro Heights was invited and only 0.05 percent of colleagues, partners and “others” were lucky to be invited and tonight I was one of them. Here only the rich of the rich rub elbows, and those who wanted to talk to the rich could potentially look at those elbows. This was my time. This city is cut throat and m

A series of heavy titanium shutters began grinding their way down over the gaping hole, cutting off the view of the drone and the city. Prime didn’t wait. She moved with terrifying efficiency, a ghost in the chaos. She was already inside, ducking behind a reinforced support column as the shutters sealed us in. The drone outside unleashed a volley of fire against the new barrier, the impacts sounding like a monstrous drumbeat against the metal. The sudden semi-darkness was punctuated by the flickering emergency lights and the glow of Prime’s rifle as she swept the room. “You can’t hide from the protocol, Architect,” her voice echoed, devoid of any emotion. “The flaw must be excised.”

"I can't believe to see you here." He turned and saw a girl, maybe a junior, a camera on her hand. The blush on her cheeks looked appealing to him. Good thing that in 300 years of his existence, he could control now his hunger for flesh. By instinct, Primes hunt the prey at night in full moon once they were in full form, on their strongest mode. But their way of food cycle brought them trouble as human law sentenced it as murder. Gaining attention wasn't always good but they couldn't help who they were. It was on their 200th year that Algene fell in love with a human and adapt their ways of living. Conscience broke him and changed his perspective and they all made a pact not to harm. He dism

"The 'Aether’s Breath' will be a test of existence itself. Metro City will be the first to fall, and from its ashes, a new world will rise. A world where I am the only sovereign." As the neon lights of Metro City flickered and pulsed in the distance, the shadows within the Hive were deepening. Peony, the architect of the new world, was ready. The "Global Harvest" was no longer a plan; it was a reality, and the first strike was about to be delivered.

ACE (NATE) The Capital is nothing like any pack I’ve ever known. Everything here drips with power and wealth. Black stone roads flecked with silver shine underfoot, while crimson and gold banners snap against towering walls of pale marble. At the heart of it all stands the Alpha Prime’s palace. A monstrous fortress of white stone, it rises higher than any packhouse I’ve ever seen. Black iron spires claw at the sky as if daring to rip it open. The place feels alive—cold, watchful—judging every wolf who dares walk through its gates.

[New Mission Available] [Secure a high-value residence of at least $5000] [Time limit: 3 hours] [Reward: $4000] ___ For the second time that day, Alex let out a groan of defeat. "Speak of the devil and he'll give a related mission." *** There was only one business in Gray City that rented out high end apartments. It was called the Primo Housing enterprise. Run by the Primordial conglomerate. It is said that 80% of houses in the city belonged to the conglomerate and they also owned a lot of apartments in other cities.

Just a city street glistening with dew, with locals passing by, looking tired. But then, he saw it again. At the horizon, behind the thin, low-hanging clouds, a neon blue light flickered once, like the blink of a machine processing data. "Core Prime isn't truly dead," Bima whispered, his voice as cold as ice. Riska stood up immediately, pulling out her tablet, which responded quickly this time. "The happiness index in the city center just dropped four points in two seconds," Riska muttered, her fingers dancing frantically across the screen.

"Prime is offering peace. Reject it and Prime offers destruction instead." "We've survived destruction before." "Not like this. Elena was restrained. Played by rules. Maintained appearances." Cassandra steps closer despite the weapons. "Prime has no such limitations. Will burn cities to kill you. Will eradicate bloodlines completely. Will turn your victory into ashes." "Then ashes it is. Leave." Jamie's done talking. Cassandra shrugs. "Your choice. But know this. Prime predicted you'd refuse. Actually hoped you would. Peace is boring. War is interesting. And Prime hasn't had interesting in centuries."

When he saw the densely decorated flags, he finally felt much better. This cake was a map of Prime City, with its separate territories marked. More than a year ago, they had made a plan together, and had been waiting for a chance to launch an attack in an attempt to take over the city. This was the huge project Gary had been talking about this whole time. Riverdale’s provincial capital, Prime City, was also known as Southriver Town or Southriver City.

“Just… anomalies. Timing overlaps. Tips that came in too clean.” Yna’s jaw tightened slightly. “Clean how?” “Like someone knew exactly what to say,” Jonas added, joining them. “Not wrong. Just precise.” Yna felt that familiar chill settle between her shoulders. She didn’t panic. She didn’t react. She simply absorbed. “Pull the metadata,” she said. “I want to see patterns across cases not just this one.” Mia hesitated. “You think it’s connected?” “I think coincidence has a limit,” Yna replied.