Sonic Prime Nine Lives Novels & Stories

There was only one of the stray we didn’t find, or so it seemed. “You can go,” Nine said to the man beside me, sending his goon away. “Can’t watch your own back?” Six asked. “Or have you gotten that lazy?” “You’re alive,” Nine said, his expression blank. “I wasn’t expecting that after your ocean dive to save your pet.” “You of all people should know I don’t die that easily.” Nine’s gaze hardened. “No, you always have had a way of avoiding death. It’s almost as if you’re a cat.” Nine’s arm rose, his gun aimed at Six. “Let’s see if you’ve reached your ninth life.”

To strengthen his claim as the heir, Kyle pushed me forward in front of all the elders, showing me off like a trophy. "Elders, this is my mate, Althea. She has been blessed with a divine gift from the Moon Goddess!" he announced, his face flushed with a manic energy. "I have died nine times, and every single time, she was the one who pulled me back from the brink of death!" "What?" "Nine times?" The hall erupted in chaos. All eyes were on me—filled with shock, greed, and a disturbing fanaticism. I wasn't a person to them. I was a rare treasure, a magical item that could grant immortality, to be used over and over.

Whatever the case was, I'm certain Nagisa was about to do something drastic to me. It was possible she saw no need to kill me. Killing me was a waste of time. I've got seven lives. If she ended up Killing me, I'd simply return back to haunt her. So far so good, only Sienna and I are the only ones knows about Israel's rituals for the nine lives. Ginny must've guessed I couldn't be killed and had secretly relayed that information to Nagisa while I was in Rome. How she does that, I don't know.

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE MOTHER] [STATUS: TERMINAL PETRIFICATION 94%] [VERDICT: EXHAUSTED CONDUCTOR] The Prime’s voice wasn't a sound; it was a tectonic roar that bypassed my ears and vibrated directly in my stone ribs. He ignored me. He looked at Leo—the "System Correction" he had planted in the bloodline five centuries ago. [REMAINDER. RETURN. REBOOT.] Leo went rigid. His small fists opened, his gold static flaring until the room turned white. He didn't look at the Prime with hate; he looked at him with a terrifying, clinical devotion.

Ten years of shared dreams, tactical training, and whispered promises had been erased by a single moment. One scent. One biological pull. In the world of Alpha Prime, biology wasn't just science. It was fate. And Lyra, with her stable, quiet frequency, had been labeled "insufficient" compared to the loud, aggressive purity of a biological heir. "Approaching Facility 9," the pilot’s voice crackled through the speakers. The transport ship lurched sharply as it descended. Outside the window stood a massive black structure rising from a dead salt desert. No windows. No life. Just a silent block of steel and stone.

I’m starving. I walk into the house and see Jemisha celebrating something with Dad and Regina. I pass through the room, and Jemisha calls out. “Sister! I’m so excited! Did I forget to tell you that I am part of that new reality TV show? The one about claiming a worthy Luna? Just like our past life. She joined, and then she had that snake put on the mountain to destroy me. “What a coincidence. So am I,” I said calmly, waiting for Regina to react. Without missing a beat, she started screaming like a banshee.

We were now in the era of the Second Genesis, and the first cry of the new world was going to be ours. ​The Ninth Peak is entering the Deep Static, a realm where reality is as thin as a shadow and memories can kill. As Elara tracks the "Prime" signal, she discovers that Sarah-Prime isn't just building a successor—she’s rebuilding Elara’s father, the man whose death started the entire Ninth Core rebellion. But is it a reunion or a trap designed to test Elara's final humanity?

"I can't believe to see you here." He turned and saw a girl, maybe a junior, a camera on her hand. The blush on her cheeks looked appealing to him. Good thing that in 300 years of his existence, he could control now his hunger for flesh. By instinct, Primes hunt the prey at night in full moon once they were in full form, on their strongest mode. But their way of food cycle brought them trouble as human law sentenced it as murder. Gaining attention wasn't always good but they couldn't help who they were. It was on their 200th year that Algene fell in love with a human and adapt their ways of living. Conscience broke him and changed his perspective and they all made a pact not to harm. He dism