Sonic Prime Green Hill Novels & Stories

*Prime Green Business Headquarters* During lunch break, Axel left the 30-story Prime Green building, their family-owned business headquarters, to meet his best friend in the restaurant, two blocks from his location. Instead of using his car, he walked and reached the restaurant in minutes. He found his friend, Jason, sitting on the table in the corner, far away from the rest of the patrons of the restaurant. Jason waved at him and said, "Let's go upstairs, I have a reservation there."

he said with a clipped tone. I’m sure his mood will brighten when I tell him the good news. “Don’t be a grump. This is going to be a beautiful day. It’s our anniversary after all.” He smiled even though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I know. Happy Anniversary,” he muttered. We left the pack house and made it to ‘Lover’s Cliff’. We spent all afternoon there, but Silas wasn’t really present. He kept looking at his phone and couldn’t engage in any conversation.

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

I felt the green energy slam into the door, shaking the very foundations of my sanity, but I held on; I kept the door shut. Silas grabbed my shoulders; he shook me, just once, hard enough to snap my attention back to the present. "We need to break the signal. If we can’t stop it, we have to hide from it." He looked around the woods; he spotted a large, jagged rock formation jutting out from the hillside—a cave, dark and narrow. "In there," he commanded; we scrambled up the slope, our lungs burning, our boots slipping on the loose shale. We dove into the cave just as the green pulse reached the edge of the clearing; the light washed over the forest floor, illuminating the trees in a sickly, a

I pursed my lips as he wriggled his head. "There's another way we can get our artifacts back." I chirped and he rewarded me with a skeptical look. "I'm listening." He said and a tiny smile crept to my face. "We've known for a long time that Green doesn't have any weaknesses but this time, I found out she has one." "Eren..." He wriggled his head again. "Green has a mate." I said. His jaw dropped as his eyes widened. "Who?" "Zeus." I muttered and claws sharply protruded from his fingers, tearing his couch.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

It creates the tune and ambiance. I added white to the shade for a softer purple and they complimented each other. Then when I was about to start Candice's fair complexion, the telephone rung loudly and all of my senses went away. Surprised, I stood up from my chair and I felt the mixture of both frustration and fury as I thought about what this phone call had interrupted. I carefully placed my brush palette down and headed to the living room to fetch the call. As I got there, I inhaled a few times. A moment later, I picked it up.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

"They built their world around it. This is the source of the Aconite Prime." The interceptor touched down on a bed of silver moss. As the ramp lowered, the air that rushed in didn't smell like jet fuel; it smelled of lilies and ozone. Jian limped out of the cockpit, his face pale. "We have company. Lucien’s gunships are landing on the ridge. They can't fly in here because of the acoustic interference, but they're coming down on foot. We have ten minutes before the 'Original Family' claims their prize." "They won't claim anything," Grace said, stepping onto the silver moss. The gold in her eyes pulsed in sync with the white stone pillars of the Cradle.

"You killed him. You killed them all." Ravel raises her shovel. "Back. Off." The static whispers: *This is your legacy. Ashes and hate.* --- **The Horizon** At dusk, a new signal pierces the sky-a beam of crimson light, miles wide. The ground splits, revealing a city buried for eons, its spires alive with Arbor Prime tech. Eleanor's voice echoes from the ruins. **"You can't outrun the Cycle, Kelly. But you can still be a good mother.**