Was Bumblebee Created To Kill Primes Novels & Stories

A wall of entropic nanites, miles high, rolled across the planet, reducing the obsidian towers to nothing. They raced for the Cradle-Node. Inside, the walls glowed with living murals-genetic memories that sparked to life as Kael passed. He witnessed the first Alphas, the initial "Errors" that the Star-Callers had tried to erase, and the moment when the First-Born were created. "We have to protect the Prime-Code," Sarah's voice crackled from the ship. "If the Swarm touches that central crystal, it's all over." The Swarm crashed against the temple.

I yelled, furious because I had been tricked. "You thought you could control my mind with your flimsy new found powers? You must be kidding, bumblebee," he managed to speak between harsh breaths, struggling to let out his annoying and amused laughter. 'Such a jerk. Nothing has changed about him over the years. Stupid!' I cussed, staring at the screen, I didn't know what told me to try out the words 'bumblee' perhaps, it would just work, right? My fingers bagan typing through the keyboard as I wrote out the name then it unlocked!

Suddenly, there was a poofing sound around the two men, and when they looked over, two of Blake’s clones had spontaneously combust and became no more. “They can’t contain the fire much longer. I’ll try and cool them down.” Blake Prime said as another combusted before them. Losing three in one go was a massive blow to Blake’s contingency plan to outdo the Tribulation. He was left with only one nonconscious clone to fight the rest of the Tribulation.

"His, his background is absolutely unusual... But, this shouldn't be! Such a person should have died a long time ago! How could he still be here? What's going on?" These people with bloodlines were terrified and shivering! Seeing this, the Prime Minister just waved his hand! ...... In an instant, rumbles rose and fell, and the figures that were clamoring endlessly just now were actually shattered into pieces and completely annihilated! "Ants are really noisy..." The Prime Minister muttered to himself and walked toward the people he deliberately didn't kill. These people possessed special bloodlines, and were very useful to him. He would not kill them so soon. "Who, who, who the hell are you!

“The artifact protects me.” “Yes. The artifact.” Something like curiosity colored the Prime’s attention. “A creation tool that refuses to be unmade. It should not exist… creation should not be concentrated into such permanence. Yet here it persists.” “That’s why you attacked? To destroy the artifact?” “To restore balance. Creation grown too powerful. Your reality tilting toward chaos through unchecked growth.” The Prime’s form shifted, becoming slightly. “The artifact represents creation at its most stubborn. Most resistant to necessary entropy. It had to be unmade.”

"She edited the room before she had language. She will edit language before she has sentences." "And sentences before she has — " "Before she has anything worth saying with them," Valentina says. "Yes. That is the practice. You develop the tool until the tool is ready for the work." "You developed the practice that way," he says. "Everything works that way," she says. "The ROTC was developing the tool. New York was developing the tool. The commission was developing the tool. By the time Bosch Serra existed, the tool was ready." "Noa will take her time," he says.

The heavy steel platform ground to a halt. The doors hissed open, and the brilliant morning sunlight of the Glass Conservatory spilled over us. "You broke the parameters," Franco breathed. He stepped forward, waving his armed guards back with a sharp flick of his wrist. His dark eyes darted between me and the lethal operative standing obediently at my shoulder. "The Apex Bloom was designed to leave one survivor. A single, ruthless victor. You spared the soldier. You defied the architecture."

At first, I had thought that the humans were trying to create a serum to produce a superhuman, with our strength, demon abilities, vampire speed, and so forth, but this was even more disturbing than the original idea. No, they were not trying to create a serum to elevate humans, but a serum to strip us of our nature´s gifts. “Before coming here, I spoke to Prime Minister Sanders, and” Roger paused, “in the conversation I could tell they were getting ready, and that they are confident they have an 'ultimate weapon' to defeat the supernaturals,” He finished, and I pinched the bridge of my nose. This was not the moment; I didn't feel grounded enough to make a decision.

A new voice, deeper, colder than any we’d heard before, came up the stairwell. “Primary Alpha target detected. Termination protocol authorized.” Then it stepped into view. One single enhanced wolf. But this one was different. It was taller, looked heavier, and carried a lot of scars on its body like it had survived a hundred battles. But I was pretty sure that those scars were just design protocol. No way this thing had been fighting for that long. Its golden eyes burned almost white. It looked straight at me and smiled with too many teeth. “Hello, Kade. I am Unit Prime. And I was created to kill you.”

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.