Sentinel Prime X Reader Novels & Stories

But my body betrayed me, and I felt myself sinking toward the floor. “I want that Primus energy,” Madame X said, looking down at me with a cold, hungry smile that held nothing human in it. “And you, Alpha Kieran Stone, have so very much of it. More than you even know. More than you could possibly understand.” I tried to speak, to demand answers, to call on my wolf. But my vision was already darkening around the edges, the smoke stealing not just my breath but my consciousness itself. The last thing I saw was Sage’s face, her expression filled with something that might have been regret or sympathy. She was saying something, her lips moving urgently, but I couldn’t hear the words over the roar

She could feel every inch of him—hard and demanding, claiming her as if staking territory in the wild throes of nature itself. Xavier held himself buried deep inside her, his groan melding with the soft creak of the bed beneath them. A primal cry escaped his lips, muffled against the damp skin on Cathleen's back, as he reached the precipice and tipped over. The sensation of his release set off her own, a supernova of sensation that obliterated thought and reason.

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND MAY BE TROUBLESOME TO SOME READERS. READ AT OWN RISK ************************************************************************************************************* Evelyn POV Kade’s cell phone began to ring just as Ricci walked towards Aaron’s unconscious body. Without glancing my way, Kade told Ricci he needed to take the call. Ricci responded with a simple wave of his hand. “What do you want to know?” I cried as Ricci took out his knife.

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."

Down the corridor, the air thickens with burning scent. Cut to Xavier and Ceres bursting into the hallway just as smoke curls beneath the door. Screams erupt behind them. Ceres (horrified): “The sentinels... they’re waking.” Xavier (unsheathing his blade): “Then so are we.”

It was a bloody mess, but the silver was gone. "Is it over?" I whispered. "For now," Aris said, bandaging the wound. "But the Prime will know. He can feel the break in the network. He’s coming, Hazel." Suddenly, the steel door was hit with a force so great it flew off its hinges. The man in the black suit stepped into the room. His silver cane was glowing with a dark, red light. He didn't look at me. He looked at Dr. Aris. "You always were a bad doctor, Aris," the Prime said.

"I'm a Devil grandchild, I am vampire Prince. All things are possible." Allena looked at him then, her gaze telling Jonathan something that the Vampire Prince could not quite understand, but a pool of warmth formed in his stomach. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but not altogether unwelcome. He smiled, stealing another kiss and deepening their connection. His hand came up and cupped Allena face as the Alpha wolf reached over and clutched his shirt. A snap of Jonathan fingers had them naked and Allena shivered as her newly bared flesh was hit by the cool air of the room.

It was the physical hunger of five centuries, manifested in a limb of vitrified bone. Ga-chi. Ga-chi. The tectonic grinding in my neck spiked. The petrification had settled into my jaw, but now it was vibrating in resonance with the claw. Every time the Third Prime’s fingers tightened around my obsidian forearm, a jolt of raw, biological electricity shot up my spine, trying to rewrite my DNA into a menu. "You think the Second Prime was the predator, Phoenix," a voice boomed—not from a throat, but from the very floor beneath me. It was a sound like stones grinding against teeth. "He was just the accountant. I am the appetite."

Every motion the prime sentinel attempted was anticipated, countered subtly, and guided into positions that emphasized her dominance. She exhaled calmly, letting the rhythm of the Pulse resonate fully through the clearing. The sentinels faltered, broken by anticipation, control, and subtle manipulation. The prime sentinel recognized the inevitable. Silver eyes locked on hers, he measured the extent of her mastery. He understood that he could challenge, he could push, he could test, but she controlled the engagement completely.