Starscream Prime Novels & Stories

In that instant, in Starla’s eyes, he was just like Spider-Man in the movies—her hero. From that day on, she and Xavier relied on each other. They became each other’s whole world. Back then, he treated her like a princess, spoiling her beyond reason. Her room was always overflowing with new dresses and Barbie dolls. No matter what she wanted, Xavier never refused. He was the CEO of a multinational corporation, yet he would postpone important meetings just to watch a meteor shower with her. On those nights, he would hold little Starla in his arms, pointing at the falling stars, and say,

rush into them—every memory of the Stacks, every goal scored in the Sovereign Valley, and the devastating grief of seeing Julian turn into a tower of light. Elara’s eyes snapped open inside the core. They weren't gold. They were Shattered-Amber. "You... came back..." she whispered, her voice a chorus of a thousand glitches. "We never left, Captain," Zane said, his form barely holding together. But as the cage began to dissolve, a cold, silver light descended from the ceiling. The Alpha-Prime 2.0 hadn't stayed on the bridge. She was standing on the "Data-Stream," her hand outstretched.

Halfway through their dinner, Moran turned to Vesta because of a startling memory. "Hey, PrimeStar Technologies is growing its staff. Do you intend to give it another go? Although Vesta had recently traveled overseas, she was already aware of PrimeStar's recruitment campaign. In all honesty, she was very tempted. After all, joining PrimeStar would greatly advance her career because they were known for their state-of-the-art technologies.

Xasha feigned disappointment. The old man's voice went from anger to embarrassment, "we would never betray anyone and let no one ever say that we of the Carbonemys tribe have ever blasphemed against our benefactors. What is your name, benefactor?" "My name is Xasha Devos Von Creig, I'm the head of the Falling Stardust Trading Company." "Nice to meet you, Xasha of the Falling Stardust, I am Ka ah Hui Bi, chieftain of the Carbonemys tribe of the Blue And Endless Valley Of Tortured Souls."

Kylie furrowed her brows seeing how desperate he was to dodge the topic; however, she was also interested in learning more about the Consisometer, so she let it slide. “You see the section at the bottom right of the screen? There is a small indicator there that says SC: N/A.” “I do,” Kylie nodded her head in reply. It was fairly easy to see what Davies was talking about since it was one of the two things being displayed. “Well it means Star Class and the fact that it says N/A means that you haven’t become a star warrior yet.” Davies told Kylie. “Oh so that is why you were so confident that I couldn’t be a 1 Star Beastman!” Kylie finally understood where Davies’s confidence came from when he

The two projectiles lodge themselves onto each wrist as Ursa drops her shining net over her Uncle’s head. The scent of burning flesh hits the air as Primus screams in agony, the silvery net shining bright blue with the glow of the starfire crystals. A silver collar and two silver cuffs appear where the projectiles pierced Primus’ flesh. A terrible roar shakes itself free from Primus’ throat as his body begins to shrink, the cuffs adjusting in size with him as it zaps him repeatedly with bright blue flashes of contained lightning. I roar along with him, my arms outstretched helplessly as Primus’s wings wrap around his body as a useless shield.

Amelia’s fingers faltered for a moment, her gaze narrowing as she looked at the name “Jenkins?” **[What the heck! Saint Emperor!]** **[This streamer is awesome! The very next day, Saint Emperor is sending meteor showers! So envious!]** But it didn’t stop there. The system alert sounded again! **[Saint Emperor VIP Jenkins has sent two meteor showers in Harmony Clinic’s livestream, and 100 Star Rivers will be randomly dropped in the stream!]**

Gabriel had dropped a billion-dollar deal in New York, ordering his men to trail her until he could reach London on his private jet. Miguel and Rafael had been right behind Calleigh yesterday afternoon when she’d left the private clinic in Harley Street. They’d watched her tuck her long, glossy dark hair beneath a silk scarf, put on big black sunglasses and white driving gloves, and drive away in her silver Aston Martin convertible. Right into a red postbox on the sidewalk.

"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

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.