Cyborg Treasure Planet Novels & Stories

a sleek vessel of quartz and silver mesh designed to carry the resonance into the high atmosphere. "If the moon is calling, we have to answer, Dad," Toby said, his silver blur pausing long enough to check the seal on the pressurized cockpit. "We aren't just a pack on a mountain anymore. We are a planetary immune system. And the immune system needs to know what is coming from above."

Up close he looked even more like Vada, same bone structure, same eyes, same way of holding himself. "You're Cassius Knox," I said. "And you're the Rogue Alpha who's been hunting my kind for seven years, killed twelve of us if my count is right." "Thirteen, I got another one last month." "Fourteen then." He smiled again. "But who's counting." "What do you want?" "I think you know what I want." "Say it anyway." "My niece, the girl you bought from Silvercrest, the girl you're keeping chained in your fortress, the girl whose wolf finally woke up three nights ago."

The sound of heavy footsteps approached, each one thudding ominously. Alexander guessed whoever was coming weighed at least three times more than an average person. "Attack!" The corridor quickly filled with figures, their voices mechanical, all converging on him. They were no challenge at all. To Alexander, those attackers were nothing but a time drain. He moved effortlessly among them, dispatching his foes with ease. As they fell, their bodies clattered with the sound of dropping metal parts. These were cyborgs. A memory flashed in Alexander's mind—a mad scientist from Wyverna's past, obsessed with creating war machines from living humans, fusing flesh with steel. The monarch had banished

At the base of the ruined Sterling Tower, the situation was desperate. The remaining Urban Fangs and Aegis security forces were pinned down behind makeshift barricades. Aaliyah was frantically typing on a scorched terminal, trying to keep the subterranean blast doors closed. Ben Carter, his vampiric eyes glowing red, was firing a heavy plasma rifle, his suit covered in ash and alien blood. In the center of the plaza, a massive, terrifying machine was deployed. It was a planetary drill, composed of vibrating, dark-matter rings, slowly eating its way through the bedrock, aiming straight for the Earth's mantle.

"Didn't they say the Scarlet Massacre Cast would be activated at sunset? Why is there still no movement?" one of the cyborgs questioned as the sun disappeared, leaving only the moon and the stars in the sky. Frederick remained motionless, patiently waiting. An hour passed, and the night grew completely dark. "Contact the headquarters!" one of the cyborgs finally stood up, breaking the silence. At that moment, Frederick decided to strike. He descended from the sky, launching a powerful attack aimed at the head of the cyborg who had just stood up.

"So you guys are going up there too?" "No we're not," Det. Brighton answered. "It's just her." "She's going to this chasen planet by herself?" "Yes." "A planet that has a savage race of alien cyborgs on it that have made a hobby out of destroying planets. That's where you're going by yourself?" Simon went on. "Yeah," she responded. "O.k." Night time came and sitting at the dining table Molly, Det. Brighton, Rodrick and Vera went over the plan; going through it step by step to make sure they had every angle of it covered.

Tang Long was so scared that he took back two steps and asked nervously, "What are you doing? I've already warned you. Lay one more finger on me and I'll call the cops!" Qin Haodong had already gotten the answer he wanted. The guy had no soul and no acupuncture points. Thanks to the DNA test result he had seen just now, he had already figured out what Tang Long was: a Cyborg. The guy was a completely man-made biochemical person. It was also easy for him to figure out who had sent this biochemical person here. It had to be Wilson's Company, who was after the formula of the Blood Revival Elixir. What surprised Qin Haodong was that the company's technology was so advanced that they could even p

the lost treasure Jasmine drive there and enter as she normally do She put a pistol around her belly packaging it like nothing is there When coming I gently put a camera on the room and it shows on my watch The man come and press the code and the lever start taking her again She get to Garbar and she is been offer some drink Jasmine : I need something from you Garbar Garbar : what little girl Jasmine : if I collect that from you your security may tried to kill me

The descent of the Spore-Vessels was not a silent affair. As the multi-kilometer jellyfish-like organisms lowered themselves into the troposphere over Detroit, the air itself began to hum with a low-frequency vibration that rattled the windows of the ruined skyscrapers. This was a "Frequency-Intervention." The Sombra-Net had detected the "Rogue-Resonance" of Juna’s bio-turbine—a signal that was close enough to the Symmetry to be recognizable, but distorted enough to be perceived as a "Malignant Mutation."

They both hugged each other and parted ways. Cyrus entered the great forest of Timber and Caliber, the forest of the dead filled with zombies and wild animals are also there too. His mind is filled with that of the stone he's no longer a soft prince anymore, he walked around still trying to find his way to get the Seed Of Life, he suddenly met a short zombie that scared him a little bit but Cyrus slayed off the throat of the short zombie. As I was going, I kept on approaching the direction of the map that was drawn by Tom. He equally drew the Seed Of Life image on the same paper for easy identification. I walked around and searched and wondered about it but couldn't find anything