Cyborg Ocs Novels & Stories

The cyborg reacted swiftly, raising its hands to defend. Thud! The punch landed, unleashing a powerful burst of energy that dislodged one of its metal arms. Another punch followed, slamming into its chest, forcing it back and causing a concave dent. The cyborg was above the level of a Lord of War. "Impressive. Truly remarkable to have created such a formidable being." Alexander clicked his tongue, growing more intrigued by the exiled scientific marvel. If this cyborg could be mass-produced, it would be an army surpassing that of the Lord of War, sending shivers down one's spine at the mere thought.

Six years ago, when Adom got the results back from the doctors, he couldn't process what Omega said. His mom was an omega, and he loved her dearly, but he also saw how omegas still got treated in this society and how it was hard for them to find a good job. They even had to watch out for alphas when they were in heat, or they could be attacked.

With any luck, it would land in a spot that would slow him down enough to give her an opportunity to unhobble her horse and race away. Luck was on her side as the blade struck the cyborg in the center of his neck. The sounds of his gasping for air as he tugged at the thick steel to remove it spurred her into action. Her head whirled from left to right in search of his companions while she rushed to her horse. Olga had successfully kept them isolated and protected from much of the harshness of the world while living in that cave, so she knew even less about cyborgs than she did zombies. She’d heard it mentioned in conversations between Olga and Rex -who were both far worldlier than she was-

I said, “I didn't want any rumors.” I blinked. “And I had bought the machine,” I said. Tommy looked at me. “Really?” “Yeah,” I said, “but next time then. You’re going to have to keep checking it.” I turned to him. “But never mind. What did the result say? Is it out?” Tommy’s throat tightened. “Sixty percent Omega. Forty Percent Alpha.” For a second, all I could do was stare at him. “That means the Omega drug is working well,” I said, “once your Alpha percentage drops completely, it would be impossible to have the dog syndrome. Seems like good news.”

Grandpa Tim put Ben in the regeneration chamber and grandma Jessica started to operate on Ben immediately as he was showing a very slight pulse, Grandpa Tim brought out an artificial cyborg heart, which was the only available cyborg mechanism in the zero families and they never had a chance to use it and never wanted to, but now he had to placed it inside Ben as it was an emergency, Grandma immediately joined every arteries and vein with very precise movements and started to give him O+ve blood from the blood bank.

a voice hissed from the shadows. Five men stepped out, blocking the path. They had glowing cybernetic eyes and metal arms. Street Cyborgs. "This is private property," the leader sneered, eyeing Aurora. "Passage f*e is... everything you have." Alex didn't stop typing on his wrist. "Kael, Mia. Remove the obstacle. Efficiently." "On it," Mia stepped forward. "Look at this little doll," the leader reached for Mia. SNAP. Mia grabbed his metal finger and bent it backward until the servo-motors whined and broke. She swept his legs, slamming his face into a puddle.

Six months have passed since the sky was over Ouroboros. I knelt on the hard, black obsidian floor of the former megacity, but at this point was covered by a thick layer of genuine, moist earth. My hands were buried deep in the dirt. It was not a toxic mud more. It was life. I carefully pressed the fine, green shoots of young tomato and Onion plants to the earth. As a planting box served the hollowed, solid Breast chassis of an old Juggernaut cyborg. Where once a deadly plasma core

Absolutely spectacular. But under his full back of ink, are scars. "This one was the first prototype." He points to the scar on his shoulder. "The second prototype." His side and he continues listing off about ten different spots the chips had been implanted. "Then by the last two ones, I started reacting badly. Something about too much Lead and chemicals in my blood." "You're a cyborg at this point." I laugh. "Ryder has two implants as well. Aside the wolf presence, flower, you are as strong and fast as Ryder." He tells me. My jaw drops.

“So you mean… you aren’t human? Then you’re a robot? What about the Soulwaker? What is it?” “Yes, I am not a human. I am a cyborg-robot. My body is made everything with steel but I am wholly covered with a synthetic skin. A Soulwaker is a cyborg-robot living organism with a different human soul. Your mother explained how she spent her life just to completely and successfully program a Soulwaker; and this time, it’s almost complete but it wasn’t perfect yet and might have some complications. Cyborgs have their own souls, but once a trigger happens, the souls will be switched from one parallel universe to another. They’d be completely living with different bodies as soon as the completion happ

Babybaby leapt on Shettima’s back as he rendered both of them intangible while a cyborg cat leaping for them crashed through them against another cat Orchid had frozen into popsicle. Omotola rolled under the swiping fist of a robot, clubbed at it with her wings, the electric charges from the contact sent it sailing through the air away from her towards Obiora who punched it to the ground with so much force the hall trembled, the lab have placed some flower pots along the hall from which Babybaby grew great vines that wrapped around a lone cyborg cat strangling it faster than it struggled, Orchid drew water from a nearby water tank she froze into sharp spikes that brought down nearby drones.