Optimus Prime Blade 소설 & 이야기

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

We sat on a leather-lined garden chair sat in the shade, expensive, deliberate. “The matter…” Blade started, glancing at me, and I looked around feigning disinterest. “It's about Amity Sb-3s” He began. I furrowed my brows, confused. “I know you have the weapon's blueprint.” He continued. I glanced at Salvador whose expression was unreadable but unsettling. “They know too.”

] [ MENTAL CONTAMINATION DETECTED. "It's in my head!" Jack screamed, clutching his helmet. "Get it out!" Sebastian activated his suit’s Override Mode. "Focus! It's fear! It's weaponized fear!" He drew his High-Frequency Blade (stolen from Takeshi’s lab). He charged at the tentacle that was reaching for Harper. He jumped. The blade hummed with blue energy. He slashed. SQUELCH. He severed the tentacle. Blue blood sprayed over his visor.

—a floating monolith of archived history—and swung himself into a landing on a platform made of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the aperture of the bridge hummed with a cold, sterile light. Standing at the edge was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. Her silver hair shimmered like a dying star, and her eyes—that chilling, calculated violet—looked down at them not with hatred, but with a terrifying Indifference.

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

The night sky turned orange with fire. I lay there coughing, ears ringing, every inch of my body screaming. Kade was on top of me, still shielding me from the worst of the blast and falling debris. “You okay?” he rasped, his face inches from mine, eyes full of fear and love. I touched his bloody cheek with trembling fingers. “Yeah, you?” Before he could answer, a terrifying shadow rose from the heart of the flames behind us. Unit Prime stepped out of the inferno, one arm completely missing, and half its body was the color of charcoal.

Julius and I stepped closer without thinking, drawn by the sudden shift in his face. Close enough to read it with him. “Your data on the phone has been recovered. You can come over now if you’re free.” — Data Recovery Specialist. Blade stared at the screen, then looked up at us, eyes red and tired. “I guess… it’s finally time,” Blade said quietly, his voice no longer shaking with denial but heavy with acceptance. “Time I stand with my brothers and face this monster.” He looked up at us, eyes still red but clearer now.

Alex roared. He didn't wait for her to argue. He just turned toward the doors, cracking his neck. The first wave of attackers rushed in. They were dressed in tactical gear, faces were also covered in black masks. They carried assault rifles, but they also carried blades, silver blades that gleamed under the emergency lights. "Find the target quick" one of them shouted. His voice was distorted. "The White One. Find the White One now. Move it" he shouted out to the rest.

“Not scavengers. Engineers.” Blade scanned the implants with his wrist reader. “No local signature. This tech’s not ours, not any pack’s. Looks… military.” “Black Sun?” I asked. He hesitated. “Their old design language, yeah—but upgraded. Cleaner. Smarter.” Ghost grimaced. “Guess someone picked up their scraps after we burned them down.” I leaned closer to the dying wolf. Its eye flickered—one blue, one red. For a heartbeat, I thought I saw recognition there. Then its jaw opened in a twitching rictus, and the voice that came out wasn’t its own.