Cyborg Ocs Novels & Stories

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.

Frederick's expression grew serious as he shook his slightly numb arm. The latest generation of cyborgs were indeed terrifyingly strong. If he hadn’t been cautious enough to enter his dragon form before striking, that clash could have injured him. And, there were many more cyborgs like this in Organization V. No one could stand against them if they mass-produced the cyborgs. "Who’s there?" "Damn it!" "Where did this freak come from? How dare you ambush us!" "No wonder the formation hasn't been activated yet—did you sabotage it?"

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.

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Fox reminds them. There is a chorus of mumbles ‘yes sir’ from our group. “You know we should change some of Chaos’s handles. They no longer fit,” Dominic rumbles, making the earpiece vibrate with his deep base. “Oscar has made a name for himself as Chaos’s hellhound. That’s all anyone refers to him as,” Alanzo Zanetti says talking to Demon. “Fine, Oscar is now Hellhound,” Ryder concedes. “I like that better. It fits,” Ransom says.

"Hey, do you have a CCTV camera outside in the restaurant?" "Yes, but it's not connected with the computer in here to view the live feed." "No worries," he assured him. "As long as the computer can be connected to the internet, I can make a connection for a live feed." The computer Dani pointed Ricardo to looked like it belonged in the early century of the digital age, but the latter looked ready to make it work and with a few keystrokes, the homepage to what Megan realised was Os Buscadores's server on the dark web popped up on the screen.

He could feel the deadness of them, the lack of a life-spark, the cold, hollow echo where a soul should be. The figures shambled forward, their movements stiff, jerky, and utterly wrong. They were puppets, their limbs pulled by unseen strings. As they stepped into the emergency strobes that one of Jack’s men activated, the sight was more disturbing than any monster. They were ordinary men in grease-stained coveralls, their faces slack and expressionless, their eyes vacant behind the glowing red lenses implanted in their sockets. One of them, a man whose ID badge read ‘Carlos,’ stumbled, and his arm swung at an impossible angle, revealing the glint of a metal actuator where his elbow joint sh