Cybernetic Soldier Novels & Stories

The squad went flying into the air each landing dozens of feet away as their bodies burned. One of the young women went airborne and disappeared and reappeared multiple times as she seemed to gain speed each time. This woman sported red colored clothes, a hooded jacket instead of robes, a skin tight shirt and shorts, and a pair of pistols that shot out bursts of what she deduced to be plasma. Each shot of plasma hit a soldier directly in the head. Alicia watched as she went in and out of cover at perfect moments. Once she did, she talk to someone in what looked some sort of communication device she had on her head. Alicia looked around to find the source of who the other person was. She felt

"They’re siphoning. Someone down here is using the deep-well reserves to power their own grid." A series of floodlights flickered to life, blinding them. From the shadows of the filtration cylinders, a group of figures emerged. They weren't the desperate scavengers Alexander had expected. They were organized, wearing armored diving suits and carrying high-pressure water-cutters tools that could slice through steel as easily as paper. At their head was a man with a cybernetic jaw and eyes that had been replaced by wide-angle thermal lenses. He looked at Alexander not with hatred, but with a cold, predatory curiosity.

It was a mess, only 28 students stood still as if the killing intent never bothered them, whereas most of them were down, it embarrassed some to stand after what they had done, some too afraid to face up. He kept on emitting the killing intent, and he never stopped. The old man spoke, 'I am General Jeffery Skyler, the first cyborg soldier to kill an alien. If you lot cannot face a killing intent of a fellow human, how on earth would you be able to face the killing intent released by the aliens. I joined the army at 18 and when I was 24, I killed the first alien and here I am standing before you after 56 years serving the military till now, and you can't bear my killing intent. In this world,

She’d always admired her bravery, but never more-so than that night. “I’ll give the girl that,” Jax mused, “but she’s not one of us. You are.” “Thanks,” she said with a smile. “How close are you to them, anyway?” one of the soldiers asked. “What do you mean?” Ari asked. “I mean, they’re a bit weird,” the soldier continued. “Especially that Rex fella.” Jax sucked in air. “You should have seen the way he just tore those cyborgs apart like he was tearing at a rag doll or something.”

Kyle's Finding Kyle's voice broke the tense silence as he said, "I've got something." Turning around, we all saw him working frantically on the tactical console, which was a network of data streams displayed on the holographic screen. "His name is Adrian Kane," Kyle said, bringing up an old intelligence file with a blurry picture of the guy. "Previously in the military. An excellent strategist. But he’s not simply a tactician—he’s a scientist." "What kind of scientist?" Damien questioned, his voice harsh. "Cybernetics and AI," Kyle responded sadly. "He was a rising figure in global military initiatives until he vanished roughly fifteen years ago. Rumor had it he turned renegade following a b

He was a shadow in the dark, preparing for a war against men who had forgotten how to be human. They reached the Signal-Hub—a massive room filled with wall-to-wall analog dials and humming Vacuum-Tube Amplifiers. In the center, a man in a tattered AetherCorp uniform stood over a console, his skin grafted with wires that trailed into the floor. "You have the scent of the stars," the soldier rasped, turning to look at Elara. His nameplate read Miller. "We felt the pulse when the Scavenger died. We knew the Vessel would seek the deep signal."

Victor asked. He believed that the mech's pilot would definitely understand him as mechs came with built-in translators. However, the Astrian soldier couldn't understand what Victor said at all. The strange mech he was piloting was just a prototype. Would the researchers really bother to equip it with a translation system? But that didn't stop the Astrian soldier from understanding Victor's intent. "I am a soldier from Astria. If you don't want to die, put down your weapon immediately." Victor was flabbergasted.

It was a horrifying sight: a wolf the size of a grizzly, its spine reinforced with glowing fiber-optic cables, its claws tipped with vibrating monomolecular blades. Kaelen stepped in front of Elara, his roar shaking the very foundations of the tower. He didn't shift fully—the serum held the beast at bay but his strength was augmented by the neural-link. He met the hybrid mid-air, a titan of redirected biology against a puppet of Sovereign. "Now, Elara!" he shouted through their mental link. She didn't hesitate. She slammed her hand onto the override. "Activating the 'Solstice' Pulse!" A wave of white light erupted from the server racks, a localized EMP designed to fry Sovereign's hardware wi

​The voice was entirely devoid of human drag, heavily distorted by cybernetic vocal modulators that converted the speaker's breathing into a rhythmic, mechanical click. ​At the far end of the central catwalk, standing on an elevated observation deck that overlooked the primary geothermal siphon, a solitary figure emerged from the orange fog. ​He wasn't dressed in the pristine uniforms of her uncle's inner guard, nor did he wear the leathers of the wasteland remnants. His lower torso and left arm had been completely replaced by an integrated, pre-war silver chassis that locked his spine directly into the facility's master terminal frame. His face was a mask of polished white ceramic and chrom

The red visors on the soldiers' faces flickered chaotically, transitioning into an unstable purple as their circuits detected high level organic sensory stimulation. Dr. Evelyn dropped the grenade launcher, both hands clutching her helmet tightly. "No... this is inefficient... this is useless flavor information..." Evelyn moaned, her voice beginning to distort under the wave of emotions Core Prime was trying to suppress. "Riska... what are... you doing to... my head?" Evelyn continued, her knees buckling on the hood of the armored vehicle. Riska stepped closer beneath the moaning snowstorm, her eyes staring at her mentor with a look full of both pain and hope.