Sentinel Prime Tfa Novels & Stories

It was a bloody mess, but the silver was gone. "Is it over?" I whispered. "For now," Aris said, bandaging the wound. "But the Prime will know. He can feel the break in the network. He’s coming, Hazel." Suddenly, the steel door was hit with a force so great it flew off its hinges. The man in the black suit stepped into the room. His silver cane was glowing with a dark, red light. He didn't look at me. He looked at Dr. Aris. "You always were a bad doctor, Aris," the Prime said.

She looked small, a scrap of a girl in a stained medic’s jacket, standing amidst the ruins of the most advanced security system in Eldergloom. "The girl speaks of souls while her hands are covered in the grease of a sewer," the Sentinel replied, his voice a mechanical drone that lacked any human cadence. He stood seven feet tall, his armor a polished, seamless silver that reflected the swirling sapphire twilight above. He stepped over the smoldering remains of his comrade, his heavy boots making a hollow, terrifying sound on the polished stone. "You have opened a door that only leads to your grave. Did you think a hammer could stop the Queen’s design?"

The Sentinel swung its lance, trying to nullify the explosions, but Katherine’s relentless firing rhythm forced the entity to constantly recalculate its nullification field, preventing it from anchoring its stillness. "Ben! What's the weakness?" Jack shouted, dodging a sweeping arc of frozen time from the Sentinel’s lance that instantly crystallized a floating nebula behind him. Ben Carter was furiously typing on his tablet, his vampiric fangs bared in a snarl. "Jack, it operates on a zero-sum logic! It believes that for every action, there must be an equal and opposite reaction that results in zero net change. To break it, you have to hit it with an investment that yields an impossible, ill

The principle of things ending granted awareness. When it spoke, the words formed directly in whatever passed for my mind. “Guardian. You survive where others have not. Impressive.” “You’re the Prime.” My response wasn’t words either, just intention shaped into communication. “I am the anchor. The source from which fragments manifest. The Void’s consciousness made manifest in your reality.” The Prime studied me… not with eyes, but with attention that felt like being evaluated at a level. “You should not be here.” “The artifact protects me.”

The retinal scanner blinked green, and the doors slid open with a hiss. Grace stepped inside and shivered. “Feels like walking into a graveyard.” “No,” Adrian said. “This is where monsters are born.” Inside, the Tower was a network of pristine white halls and black-glass chambers. An AI system greeted them. “Welcome, Adrian Ashford. Clearance level: Omega Prime.” The voice was cold. Masculine. Synthetic. It sounded eerily like Alaric. Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Deactivate vocal resemblance.” “Voice adjusted,” the AI responded.

The top hinge bent. The sentinel was breaking through. Julian cried harder, burying his face against Sienna’s shoulder. Damian stepped back. His jaw clenched. His heart fractured between rage, confusion, and the instinct to protect. Sophia wiped dust from her face. “Let him in, Damian. He has override codes for first-gen sentinels.” Sienna snapped, “We can’t trust him!” Sophia’s expression didn’t change. “Then trust me.” Damian hesitated.

Vampires walked the earth then. “Vampires?” Sebastian frowned. “Yes,” Jimin nodded. “The legends are true. José Sa was the first Sentinel and when he died, the Alpha then made a decree that his most sacred possession should be passed down to the next Sentinel. It was a way of trying to instill the same amount of courage in the Sentinel. A Sentinel should always be fearless. José Sa was a very good example.” “I never knew this,” Sebastian said. “All this while, I thought you liked to pack your hair because of the girls.”

Eric said. A female voice appeared fro the communicator . " Hello ! Please state your identity! ” Architect said. " This is Primal calling to the Sanctum. Come in sanctum. Rick said to Architect. " Read you loud and clear Primal! ” Vital said. By the way, Vital is a member of the sanctum that we met last year. His real name is Tyler Woolstick and he’s a hybrid that could see the weakness in anything and could siphon knowledge from anything to learns it’s purpose and origin.

“What happened to you? “You used to cling to me every chance you got. You were the Gamma warrior everyone admired. Now you can’t even heal? “Stop faking. Your acting is pathetic.” But I wasn’t faking. I stared at his certain face. Bitterness rose like bile in my throat until I could hardly breathe. In Silver Prison, Daniel had been my only hope. His name was the only word I whispered like a prayer, day after day, waiting for him to come like a hero. However, the mind link between us had been cut, and no one came to save me. I’d been forgotten in hell.

I hadn't been down here since the night we'd hauled two of Marcus's tranquilized guards out of the wreckage of that vehicle chase, and in the chaos of the following days — Maya's recovery, the shift training, Leo finding his footing — I'd let Kade handle the prisoner's basic processing while I focused on the people I actually cared about keeping alive. Three days was long enough to wait. Kade fell into step beside me as I descended the stairs, a manila folder tucked under his arm. "His name's Reyes. Low-ranking enforcer, been with Silvercrest about six years. Zara cleared him medically two days ago — no lasting effects from the tranquilizer. He's been cooperative with guards, uncooperative w