Sentinel Mcu Novels & Stories

The Sentinels were closing in, their horses kicking up the dust as they approached. "Where is the Moonmarker?" one of the Sentinels shouted, their voice masked by the cold, emotionless tone of their helmet. Caelum stepped forward, his stance unwavering. "You won’t find her. Not while I’m still breathing." The lead Sentinel smirked, a cruel twist of the lips visible through the slits of their mask. "We’ll see about that."

It only wanted the Dragon. "There..." a raspy voice called out. The Sentinel—the one I thought I had broken—was standing up in the debris. His armor was shattered, showing a face that was pale and featureless, like a mask made of bone. He pointed his broken spear at us. "Kill the girl," the Sentinel ordered. "Feast on her heart." The Great White Wolf growled, a sound that shook the very foundation of the mountain. It lunged. It was too fast for its size. I didn't have time to think. I didn't have time to plan. I just felt that heat in my gut—that hot, angry, beautiful fire—and I let it out.

Silas whispered, his fire-blade clearing its scabbard with a hiss. From the fog, figures began to emerge. They weren't the Void-Wolves we had fought at the fortress. These were different. They were tall, elegant, and draped in the silver and white of the old Silver Moon Guard, but their skin was the color of slate and their eyes were pits of absolute obsidian. "The Pale Sentinels," Kael breathed, his voice trembling. "Jackson’s chosen. They don't just kill; they erase." "Darlene..." one of the Sentinels spoke, the voice sounding like a distorted echo of my own father’s voice. "You shouldn't have come back. The square is waiting for you. The silver is thirsty."

Hundreds of celestial warriors forming a glowing ring around him. From the prison chamber, Seraphine grabbed the bars again. “Stop this!” The Ancients ignored her. Below, the lead sentinel lifted its spear. Its voice echoed like cold machinery. “Target: Immortal anomaly.” “Objective: Eradication.” Kael didn’t move. He simply looked around at the army. His expression was… bored. Then he sighed. “Really?” The sentinel attacked. It moved faster than lightning, spear slicing through the air with blinding speed.

"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

"The Syndicate's network was keeping them dormant. When the Chairman died... the power grid failed." CLANK. A heavy, metallic sound echoed from the shadows behind them. They spun around, drawing their weapons. From the darkness of the alien data banks, a figure emerged. It wasn't a biological monster. It was a mechanical sentinel. Tall, multi-limbed, made of the same black obsidian and glowing with red energy. It had no face, only a vertical slit that locked onto them. [ INTRUDERS DETECTED. ] [ CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL INITIATED. ]

While most modern mechs were built to be bipedal for increased speed, the Sentinel was a far older quadrupedal design. Resembling more of a turret than a mech, the Sentinel was built like an insect. Orange armour covered every surface, inscribed with kanji. With an armoured, tank-like cockpit and four segmented legs, the Sentinel could ascend a near-vertical slope and plant itself there, raising two massive armoured shields and standing bastion over the enemy. The mech's unique four-legged design required less input from an IRON chip to balance itself, allowing it to reserve more power for its weaponry and movement. I had no doubts that we could easily climb down the crater in one.

But the moment the heat hit the sentinel's brass chassis, the gold runes along its armor flared, siphoning the thermal wave directly into its core, leaving my fire completely snuffed out. The sentinel raised a massive, piston-driven brass hammer, its engine roaring as it prepared to bring the weapon down on our frontline. "It's siphoning your fire, Lyra!" Killian roared. Before the hammer could fall, Killian bypassed the defense with a terrifying display of raw, physical Alpha strength. He leaped onto the sentinel's brass shoulders, his claymore cleaving through the pressurized steam lines at its neck in a spray of boiling water and black oil. He didn't use fire; he used brute, bone-shatteri

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

The guy flinched back in fear. His mind recalled the lost battle. And suddenly he realized where he was and how he ended up there. "S...Silvia?" The man tried and pretended to be unaware but Hunter wasn't having it. With a low growl, his claws extended out and he grabbed that guy's throat letting his claws pierce his skin causing blood to ooze out. "She... She was a seer who helped Alpha Alonso win all the battles," The guy said fearfully.