Sentinel Prime Tfa Novels & Stories

"Biological Corruption: 98%. The Primal Seed has reached maturity. You are no longer Kaelen Vane. You are a threat to the Blueprint." ​Kaelen shifted, his bones snapping as he took his semi-human form, the massive, scarred titan. He looked at her, and for a second, the orange fire in his eyes dimmed. ​"Sierra," he rasped. "Stop... this. The kids... they’re... somewhere... safe." ​"The heirs are irrelevant," the Sentinel replied. "They are data points in a failed iteration. The Harvest will commence in T-minus ten minutes. You have been brought here to act as the primary catalyst. Your Primal energy will be the spark that ignites the Core."

The goal of dying in peace rather than being cursed to follow evil biddings for the rest of their existence. They were the last of the Primes, an ancient blood of werewolves made to be a puppet of warring tribes. And Augustus vowed to protect his brothers no matter what. He had no time to waste now. He needed to think fast on how to break their curse and be human to find peace they had been seeking for what seemed an eternity now. Yet he knew it wouldn’t be easy. Nothing in their life was. Distraction would do him no good. Entering his room on the third floor, he pulled off his hoodie over his head, realizing something was in the front pocket. Reaching for it, he stared at an I.D., reading t

"He’s a fragment. A piece of Julian’s original consciousness, embedded in a biological weapon." Sentinel Prime advanced, the air around him crackling with frost. The concrete walls of the vault began to crack, spiderwebbing under the sheer force of his presence. His voice was a guttural rumble that vibrated through the very ground. "I am the... beginning. You are... the end." Caspian shoved Jade behind him. "Aris, fall back! Get to the extraction point!" Aris, her face grim, laid down a covering fire before retreating into the tunnel. She knew they couldn't win a direct fight.

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

I felt the pull in my chest, a desperate, magnetic tugging at the starlight-iron in my own soul. "It’s not an attack, Nathaniel," I said, my voice vibrating with a sovereign resonance. "It’s a Reclamation. The Void-Prime thinks we’ve been fattening the world up for its dinner." Félix was beside me, his emerald aura a roaring, white-hot fire that fought the indigo chill rising from the earth. He looked at the fissure, his daggers dripping with the cold-point energy of the Rift. "A reclamation, huh? Well, the Prime is about to find out that the North doesn't do refunds."

eight in a teardrop form. I heard the humans scream for victory. Raising their weapon in the sky to show Victory. I saw hope in the lost souls too. I saw a paper with pride written on it, burned before it touched my hand. The task is done and the seven deadly sins are gone. The barrier gets thick again. The heaven opens and the seven archangels kneel including Michael who is fighting the Nephilims to protect the humans. I defeated Samael and he is gone, same with Maria. The Nephilim that he help to escape just to give terror to humans are gone too. As well as his army of angels. They all turned into ash one by one as when their master got defeated. Husk and Tusk returned to themselves. A cu

Its head was a smooth, featureless oval of polished obsidian, reflecting Xander’s predatory snarl back at him. [IDENTIFICATION: SYSTEM_SENTINEL] [STATUS: ACTIVE] The Sentinel didn't draw a weapon. It simply raised a hand, and a wave of Nullification Energy swept through the tunnel, instantly snuffing out the golden glow of the Pulse-Stone. "Unauthorized access detected," a voice echoed through the tunnel—not a sound, but a direct injection of data into our minds. It was cold, mechanical, and ancient. "Protocol 0 is in effect. All mobile assets must be Defragmented."

the other me said, her voice a chillingly perfect copy, stripped of all the fear and static that roughened mine. Before I could form a thought, let alone a word, Jeff was moving. He placed his body between the rifle and me, his hands raised in a placating gesture, but his stance was that of a cornered animal. “Stand down,” he commanded, his voice dropping into a register I’d never heard—a tone of absolute, unassailable authority. “That’s a direct order, Prime.” Prime. The word hung in the air, heavier than the weapon aimed at us. The woman—*Prime*—didn’t lower the rifle. “The asset is compromised, Sir. The risk is unacceptable. Protocol demands—”

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.