Sentinel Prime Tfa Novels & Stories

we thought the consortium would have you in sector Omega centuries ago destroyed. My name is Sentinel Vane. I command this bunker.” “They tried Sentinel,” replied Kael dry. “But I’m hard to kill. Vane's glitt to me. She must have my collapsing equipment, Tool backpack and the old modified rifle on my back. ‘And the is...? No armor of the Old World. She looks like a plunder from the Ödland.” Kael immediately stepped in front of me, a protective, instinctive movement. His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Your words should be carefully selected,

The Geography of the Orbital-Node The Sovereign-Prime was the "Apex Asset" of the global "Master-Ledger." It was designed as a "Total Sector Watchtower," capable of "Liquidating" terrestrial targets with "Kinetic" rods while "Data-Mining" the "Neural-Nodes" of every "Gilded" citizen below.

I drove the obsidian dagger into the center of his silver-circuitry chest. There was no blood. Only a final, blinding pulse of amber light—the last of the true Sun-Walker Alpha’s soul. For a split second, the blue light in his eyes vanished, replaced by the warm amber I remembered from my childhood. "Darlene..." he whispered, his hand reaching for my face. "You... were always... the sun." He vanished into the aurora, leaving only a small, silver key on the bone-white floor—the Chronos-Key. The battle was won, but the mountain began to tilt. The destruction of the Silver Father and the "awakening" of the Sentinels had destabilized the Primal Source. The bone-white peak was beginning to liquef

“What is that?” Maya’s voice was a whisper. “A sentinel. It’s Sovereign’s defense protocol.” The creature’s head tilted, eyes burning white. Then it spoke, and its voice was a fractured echo of his own. “Origin Key detected.” Adrian’s stomach dropped. “That’s my—” “Yes,” Maya said. “It’s using your neural pattern.” The sentinel lunged.

He pushed through without hesitation, stepping into the dim, empty back lot of the school. For a heartbeat, there was nothing. No movement. No sound. Only the scent, now swirling around him from every direction, confusing his senses. Then something growled from above. Kael’s head snapped up. The shapeshifter crouched on the roof’s edge, its form flickering between human and beast. Its eyes burned with malice. “Principal Thorn,” it hissed, voice warped, almost inhuman. “You cannot protect them all.” Before he could move, the creature leapt from the roof.

Olleta , the girl and first-born twin who was a replica of her mother, and Zigfrid, the male and second-born twin who probably took after his father. " They are asleep. Sleeping like angels they are." Dulce smiled. " Must have been a tiring trip for the little ones." " I guess so too. So, tell me, dear one. Becker said, stealing a glance at Dulce. " Tell you what?" " Are you ready?" Dulce smiled. Was she ready? She knew exactly what Becker was asking her. Her aim for returning had revenge in the back of the wheels. She was definitely going to take a piece of everyone who made her look like garbage back in the days.

he growled so hard that the initially arrogant man shivered and turned back into he pet cafe, his tails in between his legs. “Ohh, God!” Zenith groaned again and paused when his phone beeped. “Boss, we are able to connect to the feed. It's been transmitted to your iPad and laptop as well,” his subordinate spoke in the other line and he immediately ran back to his seat, rattling the table's contents, some to the ground as he opened his laptop to see Olivia dragging a stool. All the stuff and negative expressions on his face immediately seemed to wash away as they were all replaced with a soft shadow of a smile that tugged at the edge of his lips.

"Year: 1997. Mission: North territory conquest. Head of mission: A.M.T and Captain P. G." It couldn't be. Violet analyzed the paper again. A.M.T. were Arden's initials. He used to sign his documents using that. Violet knew because she saw him signing lots of papers during her life, even though she was never allowed to see what they were about. Did Arden kill Lance's parents, just to conquer some territory? Was that what those files were about? And P. G. should be Phillip, the head of the guards from the Diamond Pack. He had been Lance's captain for years.

From the shadows behind Elena, two figures emerged. They were "Perfected Shields." They looked like Nevan, but their skin was a seamless, metallic silver, and their eyes were the cold, radiant gold of the Harvester. They didn't have souls; they had protocols. They were the "Alpha-Prime" units—the versions of Nevan that Elena had always wanted to build. "Kill the Shield," Elena commanded. "Retrieve the Heir. The Mother will be integrated." The two Alphas lunged.