Sentinel Prime Transformers Animated Novels & Stories

Neriah POV I left Heritage Mall with the warrior. He bought a sampler box of fudge. There were six different kinds. I stuck it in my bag. I don’t want to have to share it with Jemisha. By share, I mean she will take it, and Father and Regina will encourage it. Ambrose kept texting me, saying that the livestream for Jemisha is dramatic and over the top. I told him to keep watching because I got her a gift. It will put her in a corner and allow me to start exposing my father and Regina in front of an audience.

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!"