Sentinel Httyd Novels & Stories

I ordered the gatekeeper and he opened it for me. I got out the arena and went straight to the bridge just above us but she was gone. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Esto kuhiro…” I whispered as I opened my eyes and saw her scent’s tracks. Esto kuhiro is a spell used by Suhikos like me to enhance our sense of smell, strong enough to see tracks of scent with our eyes. First-level spells don’t trigger the alarms making Sins use it in their daily lives. Though it doesn’t trigger the alarms, violence caused by such spells pretty much gives out signals, notifying the government of the location and status.

Spring on the Tidewater Trail was a riot of lupine and poppy, a defiant celebration of life returning. The "Sentinel" monitoring station stood finished, a sleek, solar-powered monolith quietly collecting data on wind shear and particulate matter. Its plaque read: "Dedicated to the enduring resilience of our coastline." There was no Terroir Ventures logo. That had been a non-negotiable point.

My back hits the sofa, and Sinclair spreads my legs, settling between them, with his eyes meeting mine. "Heather, " I moan, letting my hand fall on his shoulder as he bites on the skin between my neck and exposed cleavage. "Out. " He responds, dragging his mouth along my neck, to my throat. "I— God, that feels so fùcking good. I— Sinclair, Vincent. "

They weren't like the Frost-Walkers; they were cyborgs integrated with Void-tech, their limbs replaced by shimmering black chrome that hummed with a necrotic frequency. "Kael, Victor—take the Sentiners," I commanded, my voice echoing with the resonance of the Well. "The Doctor and the Mother... they belong to me." "Julian, his tablet controls the containment field!" Victor shouted as he engaged the first Sentinel, his pulse-pistol flaring. "If he drops it too fast, the backlash will vaporize the Tundra!" Kael didn't wait for a strategy. He lunged at two Sentinels at once, a whirlwind of claws and golden eyes. "Just keep the light steady, Julian! I’ll handle the scrap metal!"

"As it enters the skin, the shock of it being that close to your heart, lets the capsule know it is ready to feed off the electrical energy from your heart. Therefore, it is activated and armed from that point on. If tampered with, or removed while here at The Company or even outside these very walls, you or anyone around you, when it is detonated, won't be alive very long afterward to realize what happened. So I suggest to you, don't try to leave here, or you won't even arrive at your own funeral plot intact." "Don't mind him, he has been here awhile," I said as I walked over to stand beside her. "For your current appreciation, I will help with your check-up, as you are a lady after all." I

​Station Zero was a cathedral of cold logic, a sprawling complex of black polymer and reinforced titanium that seemed to breathe with the slow, tectonic pulse of the earth. Thousands of "Sentinel-Drones"—sleek, eel-like machines with red optic sensors—wove through the thermal vents like a silver-shroud. They didn't hunt with sound; they hunted with "Bio-Electrical Signatures."

He spits right over my throbbing cunt, and meets his fingers to my beating clit! “Ah… Zane!” I bite my lip to suck up the icy sensation from the touch. My clit is sensitive, too sensitive, and having him rub around it to tap out the last of my cum drives me crazy. “Get a damn room!” The angry lady slams her car door and storms out. “It's not so expensive!”

The pilot managed to bail out just before the craft slammed into a pile of rusted girders. ​They’re buying us time, Thorne! Silas’s voice returned, clearer now. I’ve found the entry point for the kill switch. The Sentinel isn’t a solid machine. It has a vent in the base of its neck where the resonance pulses are channeled. If you can get a concentrated burst of Winnie’s turquoise light into that vent, you can short-circuit the primary logic core! ​How the hell am I supposed to get that high? I asked, looking up at the towering height of the creature. It’s sixty feet tall, Silas!

Its head was a smooth, featureless oval of polished obsidian, reflecting Xander’s predatory snarl back at him. [IDENTIFICATION: SYSTEM_SENTINEL] [STATUS: ACTIVE] The Sentinel didn't draw a weapon. It simply raised a hand, and a wave of Nullification Energy swept through the tunnel, instantly snuffing out the golden glow of the Pulse-Stone. "Unauthorized access detected," a voice echoed through the tunnel—not a sound, but a direct injection of data into our minds. It was cold, mechanical, and ancient. "Protocol 0 is in effect. All mobile assets must be Defragmented."

The voice was clearer now, more intimate, vibrating through the neural-link that Kael had compromised. "I’m at the Primary Focal Lens," Kael replied silently, his fingers dancing across the invisible data-nodes in the air. "The Auditor’s Sentinel is patrolling the 4th quadrant. I have three minutes before the next parity-check." "Sloane is ready in the Hallows," Jace reported. "She’s built the Accumulator. It’s a messy, high-entropy piece of junk, Kael. If we feed it too much power too fast, it will explode and take the lower three levels of the Citadel with it."