Sentinel Prime Fanart Novels & Stories

His Alpha Qi expanded into a localized pressure seal, plugging the breach with pure, suffocating dominance. "We're in," Caleb’s voice echoed through the neural link, dark and vibrating with a primal hunger that hadn't been fed in three thousand years. "Tear out its heart." The interior of the Ark-Devourer was a sterile nightmare of violet lights and seamless chrome corridors. Instantly, the ship’s internal defense systems awoke. "Warning: Hull breach in Sector 4. Biological contaminants detected. Initiating sterilization protocol," the ship’s AI blared. Hundreds of internal bulkheads slid open, unleashing a swarm of 'Sentinel-Primes'—eight-foot-tall, multi-limbed combat droids armed with the

The sigil on her collarbone pulsed in answer—three threads glowing: Solaris gold. Lunaris silver. Noctis is black-violet. The sentinel froze. Then it lowered its head through the crack, revealing its face—or what resembled one. A smooth obsidian mask. Six luminous eye markings. No mouth. No nose. A symbol carved in the centre. Alessia inhaled sharply. The symbol was the same one burnt into the deepest layer of the memory core. She extended her hand. Kael lunged to stop her, but the sentinel’s palm glowed, expanding a soft barrier around Alessia alone, pushing Kael back gently but firmly.

I asked. Parker looked at me funny, but I stared him down until he went through his files. He finally pulls one out and smiles. “This is her. Neriah Russell. She seems feisty.” He hands me the file, and I see her headshot. Brown hair, golden skin, and hazel brown eyes. Full lips and a small mole just under the corner of her left eye. She is stunning in a unique way. She is my mate. She’s in this competition. Not just no, but hell fucking no.