Sentinel Prime Tfa Novels & Stories

Fireworks explode in the sky, signalling that our loved ones are now in the otherworld and one by one, everyone starts to return to their human forms. "It's time to address the crowds now, Alpha." Levi smiles sadly at Flame as Gene calls for everyone's attention once again, she nods and takes a few steps forward until she is beside him. "While we will hold an official ceremony at a later date, I am honoured to present to you, our new Alpha, Tegwen Leila Farr and as many of you know by now, Alpha Tegwen slayed Eligor with her own hand, ending the battle and saving numerous lives on both sides." Cheers erupt with the applause and Gene lifts Flame's hand into the air. "And, whilst we are mourni

"My name is Zora Vane. And this is my home." "Your name is a designation, dear," she said, walking toward me with a "Tyler Perry" motherly condescension. "I am Aethel-Prime. I was the one who planted the mercury-veins in this planet’s crust ten thousand years ago. I’ve been waiting for a version of myself to grow strong enough to hatch the core." Aethel-Prime didn't use a weapon. She pulled a golden "Data-Sphere" from her belt and tossed it into the air.

"We received your... loud notification. The shattering of a Harvester Command Vessel is a feat usually reserved for the elder civilizations. We wished to see the 'primitive' world that managed it." "You've seen it," I said, stepping forward. I let the "Holy Fire" shimmer just beneath the surface of my skin, a silent warning that the primitive world had teeth. "I am Elena, the Argentum Prime. This is Killian, Alpha-Prime of the Silver Line. You used the word 'Acknowledge.' What exactly are you acknowledging?"

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

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.”

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

"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

His hole clenched rhythmically, slick and aching, the child’s kicks sending ripples of alien pleasure through his core with every movement. Damian knelt at Prime’s feet, wrists bound behind his back with silken cords, the matching collar locked around his throat, eyes downcast in perfect, enforced submission. Fresh marks from a recent “session” still bloomed across his chest and back—red welts from the crop Prime had used the night before. The real Damian was still in there, fighting, waiting. But the clone’s control was tightening. The council survivors, rebel leaders, and former Apex executives sat in uneasy silence as Prime outlined the next phase of “reconstruction.”

"It bypasses the Academy’s jammers. If the Sentinels so much as sneeze, you press that button. I’ll be back within the hour by private jet if necessary." The warriors of Chaos Valley stood in formation, a sea of disciplined, powerful shifters who owed their lives and their dignity to the Silver crest. I looked at them—my real family—and felt a swell of pride. I wasn't the girl who had been kicked out of Sandwell. I was the Alpha who had built a nation. The morning of the term’s start, the Twin Sentinels were bathed in a golden sunrise. The hum of the helicopter’s blades echoed through the valley as we boarded.

"Send the girl down! We don't want your blood, only the throne you’ve tainted!" Claude leaned over the edge, his voice amplified by his Alpha power. "You bring our oldest enemies to our gates and speak of taint? You are a disgrace to the Moonlight name, Zayne!" Beside Zayne, the Ironclaw Alpha stepped forward. He was older, with a jagged scar running from his ear to his chin. He reached up and slowly traced the silver locket around his neck. He was looking directly at me. "Is that the girl?" the Ironclaw Alpha asked. His voice was like grinding stones. "The daughter of Elena?"