Tfp Nemesis Prime Novels & Stories

"I can do this, Mom. I just need to do it quickly before my strength runs out." The second Prime was easier. A woman named Nyx—the same one who had come with Cassandra to Ironfang months ago. She put up more of a fight than Marcus had. Actually tried to counter-command Elena. It did not work. Elena's command was stronger. Faster. More precise. Nyx left without finishing the confrontation. Retreated rather than continue fighting a battle she was losing. Two down. Ten remaining. The third engagement was harder. The Prime we targeted—one of the hidden six named Sienna—did not come alone. She had positioned guards who attacked the moment Elena tried to engage.

More than anything else, she looked forward to meeting the Soulbound of Draekon tonight. As Draekon led her in, some omegas rushed out to take in her little travel luggage. As soon as they approached the long table, Vaelora released an inaudible sigh as her eyes fell on Nysera. She looked like a dream... Even more beautiful in person. Just then, Draekon stood at the head of the table and announced. "This is Princess Nysera of Ignarion." The table stilled instantly, and slowly, they all rose, giving a bow.

"The look on Hayden Wolfe's face when you said her name... was perfect. Your revenge has officially begun." I lean my head back against the seat. "Get to the point." He lets out a low chuckle. "Don't lose focus now. Get close to him. Use the victim card if you need to. Make him lower his guard. Then take everything he owes you." I say nothing. The migraine throbs harder. The voice continues. "He stole everything from you. You promised to make him pay, remember?" I blink slowly, images flashing at the edges of my mind. The bloody orange flames.

“She prays for the demise of all us ‘devils’. Only… Selene isn’t taking calls right now as she’s living her best mortal life. And so, instead of Selene hearing the prayer… another receives it instead. A Goddess by the name of Nemesis, one who presides over balance, law and retribution. Of course, it doesn’t take her long before she discovers what Selene has been trying so hard to hide. No, worse than that, it doesn’t take her long to discover *us*, two creatures worse than simply mutated wolf people, but mortals who hold pieces of Gods. ‘Abominations’ as she kindly put it.” “You spoke to her?” I asked, surprised. “To this Goddess, Nemesis?” “Of course,” she answered. “She is doomsday. The en

She dialed Sofia’s number as she sat on her bed and waited for Sofia to pick up. After the third ring, Sofia picked up. “Hello!” Her voice was calm and composed. “Hello, Sofia,” Rose replied with a sweet smile. “I found Derek’s nemesis.” She went straight to the point; she didn’t want to beat around the bush. “Wait! What? How?” Sofia threw numerous questions at her, knowing what she meant by “Derek’s nemesis.” “Calm down, baby, don’t eat me up with too many questions,” Rose chuckled excitedly.

Xander growled, his hand tightening into a fist that glowed with the power to shatter the room. "I risked everything to ensure Haxon went to the only place where he could be truly ended," Vane replied, standing up despite the suppression field. He reached into his collar and pulled out a small, embedded chip - not Veil tech, but a crude, self-made neural anchor. "I am committed to peace, Alpha. But peace with the Remnant is a fantasy. They must be cauterized. And I have the coordinates for the surgery." The Prism Core in Evangeline’s hand hummed a pure, steady note - the frequency of truth. She looked at Xander and gave a nearly imperceptible nod. The "Judas" was a patriot of a different kin

Apart from space and so many of us living together before really knowing each other, the time had been beneficial in teaching us what works and where each person's skills did the most good. It's not lost on me that Nemesis would fit in very well here. Not only because of his hacking skills but because of the person he is, those values that come through loud and clear can be matched with any one of the men here, from Lyon to the SEALs and my friends and I, the frat boys as we're so fondly referred to by the others.

I wouldn't. "Then I'll go get her." Maya's head whipped toward me. "That's not how this works. Daxton—" "I said I'll go get her.” My hands were already reaching for the jagged obsidian dagger I'd hidden months ago under my desk for emergencies. It pulsed with forbidden sigils, magic that Neriah, the void queen herself, once warned me never to touch. Mason's face drained of color. "That's a soul-cutting blade. If you do this—"

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." "Oh, but I do," she shot back, her dark brown eyes firing straight daggers as she faced me head-on. She wasn't the least bit afraid of my anger, clearly aware that the real monster lived back at the house, and not in this driver's seat. "Know what you talked about for two weeks straight the first time you played against the Ice Reapers? Hunter Beaumont. You claimed to hate his smugness and attitude, but your eyes, they were alive, Tristan. ALIVE. Do you know how much it hurts living with a literal robot of an older brother for years, and then one day he gets back from a game he lost and his eyes are no longer blank walls, but hold actual f

The moment we stepped outside, the air felt colder. My phone buzzed as soon as I got into his car. A text from Ava. I stared at the screen for a second before unlocking it. A Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600 okayyyy Mr Billionaire. I almost laughed. Lol. Quit texting me before Evelyn calls you out. Her reply came almost instantly. I’m going home in style haha. By the way… what was that look between you and Mr Fake husband? Is he even fake anymore? I chucked on seeing this.