Omnitrix Classic Novels & Stories

“You just need to know how to maneuver your way around it.” “Ah,” Luna Corrine chuckled. “Still, an Alpha’s control can be softened in the right ways. Tell me, dear, have you considered any of the Luna tonics? They help… encourage fertility. I believe that it should be time for the two of you to start a family. You are young, you are beautiful and very much capable. You do not want to have them when being weaker and you want Xavier to be by their side.”

"You seemed pretty jealous of Leon huh?" "What?" "You're trying to make me hate him, aren't you Adam?" I raised my eyebrows. "I mean.. he won't come here. He will never come, Ivory. You're the opposite of Celine, he hates that type. He likes independent woman and woman who can take care of herself." Adam said as he got up.

"Her mother is beautiful as always in her glass chamber. Yes Sir. Thank you for the confirmation, I'll send her over now." He hung up the phone, scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Go straight ahead to the marked vehicle parked on the side of the road. Give the officer this and he'll take you to the Mayor." "Thank you," I said, taking it from him. "Alpha One, Hawkeye Bravo reporting for pickup." I spun towards the voice, terror gripping me. It was the man with the tattooed sun. If I'd had the energy, or the slightest hope of finishing him off, I would have leapt for his throat.

-One of the villagers said. Nat and Gree quickly went to Gree's and Nat's workshop to search for weapons while Chronos beheld the machine initializing. He noticed the multiple joints moving to show a magnetic supported Antimagic shield and many digital locks opening to release a railgun, homing missile batteries, grenade launchers, two cannon barrels with heavy-armor penetrating ammunition enhanced with magic, magic-based ammunition machine guns, and flamethrowers. The Tyranno-AMHAR: Peacemaker was not a war machine, it was an extermination device.

Not stopping at 1,000, the value climbed to 5,000, then 9,999+. Eventually, it settled on a vivid pink that was off the charts. The label next to the number was “possession”. He looked at me, the ice in his eyes melting away. In its place was a burning intensity that could swallow me whole. “You’re mine now.”

When fifteen minutes had passed and Kit still hadn't returned, Tom went looking for her. To no avail. He dialed her number, but the robot politely informed him that the subscriber's device was switched off. Having searched the entire club up and down, he asked the guards if the girl with blue strands in her hair went out? Yes, she did. It didn't seem to go back.

“24, 25, 26, 27…” Bryan lounged against a weight rack nearby, munching on a protein bar. “Hey, Classy… want some? They’re not bad.” Classy didn’t break rhythm. “28, 29, 30… I’m good. Thanks.” He stood up, not even winded. “So,” Bryan said, through a mouthful, “what are your powers anyway? That earthquake thing was wild.” Classy looked at his own hands, flexing his fingers. “I think… it’s manipulation of matter at a fundamental level. Rearranging atomic structures. Breaking things down, rebuilding them. You could call it ‘overhaul.’”

I'd heard rumors of what happened to those classified as NX-5. The Synod Agent turned toward us, a data pad in hand. "Maxine Wilson's results..." Mom's grip on my hand tightened. "...indicate an NX-0 classification." The room fell silent. Dad's face scrunched in confusion. "NX-0?" The agent nodded. "Yes, sir. Maxine does not possess any measurable Neuroxine enhancements." Mom's eyes widened. "But...but that's impossible. We all have powers...Henry, Oscar, me..."

she said as she walked over to the table and picked up the device that she had created. A picture of the device was thrown up on the screen along with the specs. It was very impressive I did say so myself. Plus, it was all her own creation. She explained what the Axis-6 did. It was a vocal distorter that broke sound wavelengths with the press of a button. In turn, it sent a high-frequency blast to the Svaylar, incapacitating it for fifteen minutes. When it was pressed, it also sent a flare up to the Supernatural Council’s Enforcers who could get to them immediately since the device had GPS.

CRUNCH. A massive Titan-Class Droid stepped through the breach. It was twelve feet of reinforced steel and hydraulic rage, armed with a rotary cannon. "Target: The Hackers," The Titan’s synthesized voice boomed. "No!" Aurora threw a telekinetic shield up, but the Titan’s mass was too great. It smashed through her shield with a casual backhand, sending Aurora flying into a server rack. "Aurora!" Kael screamed. He charged the Titan, risking his life to jam his electrified baton into its knee joint.