Nemesis Prime Prime Novels & Stories

Lady Nerida hurriedly spoke, “Before we left her, I used my blood to write a name on her forehead. Her name is Lena, my only daughter. I never gave birth afterward.” Sir Smith and I exchanged eye contact, and I sighed inwardly. “Lady Nerida, what sign brought you here?” “In our tribe, each individual awakens their wolf side at the age of ten, but as a rare species, a prophecy had arrived before I even gave birth to her that she would be different and would awaken her wolf side earlier. Moreover, it will be more painful. Whenever one of our people awakens, there's an instinctive signal that is sent to the rest of us. The person might not even know it, but the rest of us would.” Sir Malik repl

The only reason I came here, was to get some partners to invest in my new business idea, which was Robotics Technology, And also I heard that Frank Don will be here, the CEO of Don Robotics Technology company. I was here to see if I could convince him to partner with my company because if he does, it a great deal, Don Robotics Technology Company is the largest and best, artificial intelligence technology company in the world. I stood by the balcony thinking of how to convince him, when my secretary, Mara, walked in. “Sir, Miss Diana is looking for you.” She said, which spoiled my mood. I have been trying to get rid of her for the past five years, but she kept on pestering me.

I survived Aunt Janelle and Kara's tortures for four years, two more years with Alex shouldn't kill, but it feels like it would. It isn't actually two years, I'd only stay with him on college vacations. I'd do well in the dorms when school resumes. The TV remote was lying beside me. I didn't plan to die of boredom. I took it, and I turned the TV on. I didn't find anything interesting on it, so I kept switching the channels. I left it on the news channel when I got tired. I stood up to get something. “Breaking News… ROD Industries has been claimed by Mrs Stephens. It's quite a shock that Mr Amin Rodriguez left the company in care of his younger sister, and she is only coming to claim it after

I wouldn't. "Then I'll go get her." Maya's head whipped toward me. "That's not how this works. Daxton—" "I said I'll go get her.” My hands were already reaching for the jagged obsidian dagger I'd hidden months ago under my desk for emergencies. It pulsed with forbidden sigils, magic that Neriah, the void queen herself, once warned me never to touch. Mason's face drained of color. "That's a soul-cutting blade. If you do this—"

I want to ask how he knew they were evil, but I already know the answer. Instincts. The same way I healed him all the times he was poisoned. "All of them," he says earnestly. "Deserved Judgment. I am Nemesis. Cleansing the kingdom is what I'm put here to do, and I know evil when I see it. I would never harm an innocent or anyone working for the good of the kingdom. I would never visit death on an ordinary, well meaning subject. My Gamma and Beta? They don't know that they know, but they do. They have seen me in action. And I have never attacked them, Kerris. My doctor? These are all friends. Good people."

From the shadows behind Elena, two figures emerged. They were "Perfected Shields." They looked like Nevan, but their skin was a seamless, metallic silver, and their eyes were the cold, radiant gold of the Harvester. They didn't have souls; they had protocols. They were the "Alpha-Prime" units—the versions of Nevan that Elena had always wanted to build. "Kill the Shield," Elena commanded. "Retrieve the Heir. The Mother will be integrated." The two Alphas lunged.

In the place where she had stood, there was only a single silver-grey scalpel, its blade stained with the original amber. ​The Ninth Peak is the new Suture Zero, a mobile nursery for a galaxy that is finally, truly alive. But Sarah-Prime has vanished into the deep void, and as Elara picks up the first scalpel, she realizes that the "Prime" version of her mentor has left behind one final, hidden code—a sequence that isn't for a planet, but for a person who hasn't been born yet.

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?"

"I can do this, Mom. I just need to do it quickly before my strength runs out." The second Prime was easier. A woman named Nyx—the same one who had come with Cassandra to Ironfang months ago. She put up more of a fight than Marcus had. Actually tried to counter-command Elena. It did not work. Elena's command was stronger. Faster. More precise. Nyx left without finishing the confrontation. Retreated rather than continue fighting a battle she was losing. Two down. Ten remaining. The third engagement was harder. The Prime we targeted—one of the hidden six named Sienna—did not come alone. She had positioned guards who attacked the moment Elena tried to engage.

I stepped out of the truck, the Red Blood in my veins thrumming in a violent, sympathetic vibration with the red light in her eyes. "She’s the 'Optimized' you," Fenris said, stepping up beside me, his broadsword humming with a low, blue anti-matter charge. "The Architects kept a backup of your neural map before you merged with the Shadow. They stripped away the 'errors'—the empathy, the grief, the love. They left the weapon." The 01-B Elara didn't speak with her mouth. Her voice was a broadcast, vibrating through the very iron in our blood. *"Anomaly detected. Retrieval of Prime-Link initiated. All secondary biomass is slated for termination."*