Sonic Prime Sails Novels & Stories

he added, yelling at his men. Three brave or should we just say very stupid soldiers rushed forward, towards her, slamming the sonic devices into the ground. The high pitched whine that had incapacitated Alex and the other wolves at the gala in the estate some days back, when the mercenaries infiltrated the pack to attack instantly filled the air. Zara tilted her head to the side a little as she looked at the sonic devices with mild curiosity. She then stamped her front paw. The earth rippled. The vibration traveled through the ground, targeting the devices specifically.

Purple eyes and laughter surround me like bullies in a playground. Come on, Sybil, show me. Another whoosh clears the rabble away leaving a crisp blue sky and blinding sunshine. It’s a boat. Finally! It’s a real, floating, wooden sailboat. Good size too judging by the massive white sail that swings by. Here comes Briss. There is no point pretending I don’t swoon at the sight. His skin has darkened ever so slightly under the sun, but it only suits him more. He is wearing a white shirt, loosely buttoned, sleeves rolled.

For a terrifying second, I thought I might not get up. Kade abandoned Prime momentarily and barreled into the Forsaken, buying me precious seconds. I crawled forward, vision blurry, until Sable reached down and hauled me to my feet. “We have to go!” she shouted. “Now! Kade will follow, he always does!” “I’m not leaving him!” I snarled, shoving her off even as my legs threatened to melt of their own accord. 00:00:07 Seven seconds. Unit Prime rose again from the wreckage, half its body burned and mangled from earlier explosions, yet those golden eyes were still alive, so was whatever purpose it was after. “Self-destruct sequence irreversible. All organic targets will be eliminated.”

​The Hijacking of the Manta ​The carrier was a beauty of dark engineering. Its hull was made of "Void-Glass," a material that absorbed both light and radar. It sat on the helipad, its engines humming with a low, predatory vibration. ​Standing in front of the boarding ramp was a figure Leo hadn't expected to see again. It was the Synthetic Prime, or at least, a version of it. This one was more refined, its face a chillingly accurate recreation of Leo’s father, but with eyes that were nothing more than black voids.

The seed-ships rose on pillars of blue light—gravitic drives that moved through the atmosphere as silently as a sigh. Twelve ships, shaped like silver seeds, drifted upward, their hulls shimmering as they caught the last rays of the sun. They looked like a new constellation being born. I felt Leo’s arm around my waist, pulling me close. "Look," he whispered, pointing upward. The ships reached the upper atmosphere and deployed their solar sails—vast, translucent wings of light-fiber that looked exactly like the petals of a Luna-Bloom. They caught the solar wind and began their long, slow journey toward the outer planets.

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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

"They're designed to latch onto deep-sea intruders and short out their sub-ether grids!" "If they short the Phase-Shield, this pod crumples like a soda can in two seconds," I yelled, my hands frantically engaging the pod's localized gravity-thrusters. "Don't run!" Dax bellowed, stepping up to the secondary gunnery console we had hot-wired into the cabin. He gripped the dual joysticks, linking the Origin-Code targeting matrix to the retrofitted Prime Forge plasma turrets mounted on the nose. "We can't outswim them in a brick! We fight!"

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satellite electronics. The interior of the Sovereign-Prime was a "Gilded" nightmare. The walls were "Recursive" screens showing "Real-Time" data-feeds of New Geneva, the "Dead-Zone," and the "Seven-Star Vault." It was the "Source-Code" of the world, laid bare in "High-Definition" cruelty. The Logic-Trap of the "Inheritance"