Transformers: Prime Sierra 소설 & 이야기

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

They weren't gods of flesh and blood; they were non-sentient, super-intelligent AIs—the ultimate executors of absolute efficiency. "ALERT," the central Prime, a being composed of millions of interlinking silver prisms, pulsed with chaotic red light. "Anomaly 0-9-9-H (Earth) has breached quarantine. Security Fleet integrity: 12%. Rogue Weaver integration with Sovereign Alpha: 99.8%. Probability of total dimension formatting failure: 78%." The second Prime, a sphere of swirling azure calculations, offered the only logical solution. "INITIATING TOTAL REALITY REBOOT. AUTHORIZATION: PRIME. ERASURE OF SECTOR 0-9-9-H INEVITABLE."

Damien is countering with his iron grip of freedom and possession. And Sierra? She was no longer the silent good girl. She was the prize. The battlefield. The rope in a war where every tug left her bruised, but also awakened a strength she had never known she possessed. As the silence stretched at the table, Sierra finally looked up. Her voice trembled, but her words were sharp: “I am not a weapon. And I am not a prize.” Both Vanessa and Damien froze, their gazes colliding with hers. For the first time, Sierra felt something dangerous flicker in her chest. Not just fear. Not just desire. But power.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."

I released her just as another Frostbite violently burst through the office door. We stared at the short figure entering; Renan, a friend and confidant who had always been by my side during our hunts, carrying a bow and arrows, even though he could never transform into a wolf. “I already told you to knock before—” “Viktor!” Renan interrupted me. He was panting. "The girl," he said through loud breathing, struggling to speak between gulps of air. That made me stand up immediately, alert. He glanced at Pandora before looking directly at me, nervously.

The surge of energy as the air shifted and the moment the light swallowed everything. And then nothing. “Spread out,” I ordered, my voice tight. “Search everywhere. Don’t miss anything.” They obeyed instantly. Xenox took the western ruins, coordinating the wolves, though his eyes kept drifting back to me, sharp with unspoken fear. Warriors fanned out in disciplined patterns, calling Sierra’s name, shifting debris, climbing shattered structures. Minutes passed into hours and still, there was no Sierra. I told myself that she was delayed, trapped, unconscious somewhere I hadn’t looked yet. The thought of anything else slid off my mind like water against stone. I would find her. That was the on

The last thing I saw was his hand reaching out for the ice, his face shattered by a regret that would haunt him for eternity. I turned back to Malachi, my breath coming in short gasps. The power was intoxicating, but the cost was hitting me. My knees buckled. Malachi caught me before I hit the stone, his arms like iron. But as he looked down at me, the smugness was gone. His silver eyes were burning with something much more dangerous than territorial pride. "The seal is fully broken," he whispered, his voice shaking for the first time. "But Elara... the Primal power doesn't just control the earth."

Not the information but hearing werewolves were real, fated pairs and all that. “Sierra? Are you okay?” I asked. “I know it’s a lot to take in but you needed to know.” Her head turned to me, almost mechanical. Still, she said nothing. I never imagined how hard this would be. To convince a human of my world. “You gotta say something. I can’t know what’s going on in your head if you say nothing.” She leaned into me, crazy-eyed, breathing lowly. “You have lost your damn mind,” remarked Sierra. She then rose to her feet and sauntered down the small corridor.

This time, Sierra appeared in his dream, wearing a white dress that looked very shiny. Sierra looked like a moon goddess; her face was peaceful and soothing, but the look in her eyes showed a deep sadness. "Alpha Edward?!" called Sierra softly in Edward's dream. "I need you to find this perpetrator," Sierra said. Sierra extended her hand, and Alpha Edward felt as if his body was dragged into the darkness. The image of an unfamiliar room appeared in front of him. There, he saw someone familiar—Alpha Robin, sitting in his chair, laughing as if celebrating something.