Sentinel Prime Tfa Novels & Stories

"Thank you." I winked at him and turned back to the door. ** "Now that we're all here." Taryk shot me a side glance. I shrugged my shoulders. He rolled his eyes. "Hellion, you have the floor." He sat down and waved Hellion to the end of the table. "I've called you all together today," Hellion began, a broad smile on his face. None of us were in the playing mood. Our faces showed it. He sighed. "Fine. Straight into the doom and gloom then. I'm a Prime. I'm the Prime of Death. I rule over what could most easily be understood as a ‘Hell world.' I know, I know. Hate the game, not the player."

She grabbed the handle of the digital blade and pulled it toward her own chest, offering her own heart to the machine. The void shattered. The white light imploded into a thousand shards of glass. Ava gasped, her lungs burning with the return of the Arctic air. She wasn't in a boardroom. She was in a high-tech laboratory, the smell of ozone and chemicals filling the air. Caleb was standing right in front of her. He wasn't in a glass chair. He was clutching her shoulders, his face wet with tears. "Ava... you came back," he choked out. “Trial Complete,” the Sentinel’s original mechanical voice echoed. “The Heart is weighted. The Miller greed has been purged. Sector Prime is unlocked.”

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

"Who were they?" Jahnier's eyes rip open like seeing the light for the first time. That young throat of his propels a scared and tortured yelp of submission and confusion. Those worried eyes look around the stony classroom and he finally notices where he is. The Elder Prime looks at the boy for a moment then narrows his eyes upon his sleeve. With the back of his hand facing the podium, he uses the free appendage to tussle down the robe's length. He gazes at the multiple diamonds that are etched into his skin. Some of the markings glow with that purple mystical energy while others are hollowed out. However, among a row on his wrist, one of the hollowed-out diamonds begins to fill and glow lik

GODFREY'S POV. I walked quietly to the training ground, the maids around whispered among themselves as I passed them. Today was the day I finally resumed my work as the gamma sentinel. Beta Nathan was the Alpha sentinel, gamma Israel was the beta sentinel while I was now the gamma sentinel. Gamma Israel waved his hand from afar as he walked closer to me, He leaned forward, pulling me into a tight big hug as he wiggled me. “Welcome back son,” he said, releasing me from his embrace.

Over fifty thousand regional wolf-guards had thrown down their arms, falling into formation behind the nine-foot titan. And at the center of the massive, glowing red war-host, moving at breakneck speed along the grand imperial highway straight toward the capital... was a solitary, massive iron structure being dragged by six mutated shadow-beasts. "What is that central unit?" Zane asked, leaning over the holographic map, his brow furrowed. Asher’s voice returned, dropping into a whisper that carried the cold weight of absolute death: "It's an ancient mobile execution platform, Zane... The First Prime isn't marching to negotiate with the High Council's remnants. He has declared a Primal Trial.

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!"

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.

Prime’s hand rested on Alex’s shoulder, fingers tracing the edge of the collar with possessive familiarity. “You look beautiful like this,” Prime murmured, voice a perfect replica of Damian’s but lacking the warmth that had always grounded it. “Heavy with our child. Collared. Claimed. The people see you as a symbol of unity. The one who submitted to power for the greater good.”

The old black man returns, “Unit Claire, you are now to be our Sentinel. You will make whatever reparations are required by your conscience to these people you find yourself with. Then you will be allowed to return to your life as you wish it, as long as you return to us to protect us as needed. As Sentinel you will have access to every shape we have ever known. Person, animal and creature, studied and forgotten.” She feels the shapes flowing into her mind, and groans.