Sentinel Prime X Airachnid Novels & Stories

But the moment the heat hit the sentinel's brass chassis, the gold runes along its armor flared, siphoning the thermal wave directly into its core, leaving my fire completely snuffed out. The sentinel raised a massive, piston-driven brass hammer, its engine roaring as it prepared to bring the weapon down on our frontline. "It's siphoning your fire, Lyra!" Killian roared. Before the hammer could fall, Killian bypassed the defense with a terrifying display of raw, physical Alpha strength. He leaped onto the sentinel's brass shoulders, his claymore cleaving through the pressurized steam lines at its neck in a spray of boiling water and black oil. He didn't use fire; he used brute, bone-shatteri

They moved with a predatory grace that made our ground-based movements look like the flailing of wounded insects. ​The lead Sentinel, a woman named Vaneira with wings that spanned ten feet and eyes the color of a clear summer sky, landed on the very edge of our cliff. She ignored the massive Hive ship for a moment, focusing her entire attention on me. Her presence was cold, elevated, and utterly detached.

"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

—automated husks of armor fueled by residual mana—were still programmed for one task: termination. Four Sentinels, towering seven-foot constructs of blackened steel, detached themselves from the walls. They didn't breathe, and they didn't hesitate. The first swung a massive flail that pulverized the stone where Victor’s head had been a millisecond prior. Victor slid between the construct’s legs, his movement a fluid, desperate grace born of a hundred and eighty chapters of survival. He didn't aim for the chest plate. He aimed for the "Joint-Core," the glowing blue crystal at the back of the knee.

The air vibrates, slower and slower, until the entire forest settles into a single frequency. The creature is syncing to her. Testing her. And suddenly, the truth hits me like a rush of moonlight through my veins. “Clara,” I whisper. “This isn’t a monster.” She swallows, lightning fluttering across her fingertips. “Sure feels like one.” “No.” My voice trembles. “It’s a sentinel.” Ares shifts beside me. “Of what?” I meet the creature’s eyes those deep, ancient, storm-purple eyes and the world narrows.

Her cast was gone, replaced by a tight black brace that allowed her to move her wrist. "Internal security is all automated," Case said. "Motion sensors, heat maps, and acoustic triggers. But the perimeter is guarded by 'Sentinels.' They are like Silas, but newer. More stable. They don't have the violet veins because the serum is refined." Lydia looked at the silver scars on her ribs. "They are hollow. Adrian said they need a host to stay stable. That’s why they have him. He’s the battery."

Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss. She moved the gun slightly once more to the right while maintaining the crisscross mark on his head before she squeezed the trigger. A second passed before the man dropped like a log, which prompted his men to instinctively draw out pistols from their inner jackets as they scanned the area for where the bullet came from. Kimberly immediately returned the gun and leather gloves into her suitcase before making her way out of the building through the emerge

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

I rush through the door ready to shift and face Drakon in order to save my son. Blood. I slide and fall to my knees. It's everywhere but I only have eyes for Ashrac. I don't even realize the scream in the room is mine at first. I don't care that Drakon could still be in here. My vision tunnels and I only see my son's glazed eyes staring upward. I wrap him in my arms and scream Bastian's name. Ashrac's head is all but severed from his body. *** Pepper Cantor and Lex exit the underground tunnel before I can get to it. Roxy is right on my heels and Sierra behind her. Roxy grabs her children and pulls them into her arms.

Recalling a peculiar encounter in a white room earlier, where he had noticed an individual who stood out due to their height, Stallion's anger grew. He had wanted to confront that person, but a vital meeting had intervened, preventing him from doing so. Stallion recognized the urgency of the situation, considering the capabilities of Queen and Shawn, who had managed to infiltrate his residence. With his plans in jeopardy, Stallion called upon someone he believed could assist – the police chief. When the police chief answered the call, Stallion urgently conveyed, "My residence is under attack, led by Shawn Diesel and Queen Scorpion. I need them apprehended and brought to me. Deploy your best