Futuristic Characters Novels & Stories

This was The Pit—an underground fight club where Aradaa had spent his nights as a scholar, betting on brawls just to feel something other than Malrec’s thumb. "Who goes there?" A shadow detached itself from the far wall. A massive man with a mechanical eye and a prosthetic arm made of salvaged truck parts stepped into the light. "Hux," Aradaa said, stepping forward. "It’s me." The big man grunted, his robotic eye whirring as it focused. "The Prince. Word is you were the one who broke the world, kid." "I’m trying to fix it," Aradaa said. A dozen survivors emerged from the shadows. These were the Low Tech rebels. They were the ones the Architect couldn't reach—people with analog hearts and zer

The leg that used to limp looked strong now. "Daddy, don't say that. We're your babies." Yeah. They're my kids. Not monsters. Not monsters. It's the system. That's why they can talk. Even ready for it, I still flinched when Bubba spoke again. "We don't belong here." They were from thirty years in the future. The apocalypse had dragged on for decades. Zombies evolved first. Then the guardian pets leveled up after them. Some turned into power types. Some got crazy fast. Others unlocked special abilities.

A jet of steam erupted into the cabin, followed by the first of the boarders. They weren't men. They were "Null-Soldiers"—cybernetic husks whose nervous systems had been replaced by fiber-optic cables. They didn't feel pain; they didn't have souls to hack. They were the perfect counter to the Sovereign. Nevan met the first one mid-air.

"What sense do they have to make them dread at how their fellows are victimized, what sense do they have to feel emotions or know what they are doing. In that state, they have no difference with the robots they are ever rediculing unceasingly, and it is even better with the machines because they are always ready to take order but they listen to no one so long as that chip have released that chemical in their veins, it drives them uncontrollably." "We have to look for an escape route very fast," Marvin informed them after she had felt she's getting weaker. I think we need some means of transport!" "Do you want us to get bombed again?!" Karen asked suprised, "we have to find a hideout where we

Now, he only needed to research the characters and create a cultivation method for absorbing Karma Power. However, the characters before him were insufficient. He grabbed his pen and began writing all the significant events in the future. In the meantime, he thought about the past and Henrik Declan. The first time he met Henrik, he realized that he was knowledgeable. He knew that Brielle Labhrann would be the first to become an Emperor in the Apocalypse Age. At that moment, James believed that Henrik was a mysterious man. Perhaps he had come from the future. Soon, he jotted everything down.

" I smiled to at least look courteous around her. "I am Cordélia Sylvain, you can call me Sylve." She smiled back, and at least this time, her smile looks genuine. But somehow, a sad emotion is etched on her eyes. I wonder what's going on. "What happened here?" "50 years ago the so-called 'The Great Stampede' took place in which, millions of people died. Everyone panicked, even my fellow soldiers were slaughtered after facing kuishinbos we've never seen before. If you look closely there,". She said as she pointed towards the direction where humans are fighting? I'm not sure if they are human, but they are fighting alien-like creatures who resemble the thing that attacked me yesterday, but th

The enemies ahead were indeed becoming more formidable. "These people work for Finn!" Charles immediately recognized the four people on each side—all of them were Finn's subordinates. "They only sent four people; are they looking down on the Shadowers?" a member of the Shadowers muttered. Charles retorted quickly, "But don't underestimate these four. They make robots, and the robots they design are dangerous and extremely strong. So these people are also called the 'Four Living Reapers'." "I didn't expect people in Easton to know so much about us!"

We were going to welcome a new member into our family. Farther down the hall, Cassian sat in the corner and watched from a distance, his face full of nothing but envy and regret. At last, he understood. The woman who had once looked at him as if he were her whole world would never cry for him again, never smile for him again, never risk herself for him again. She already had a new future. And in that future, there was no place left for him.

⸻ A door opened behind him. 🚪 Inside appeared a future where the First War never happened. ⸻ Auren. Nyra. The Second Dreamer. Still together. Still happy. ❤️ ⸻ Then the door closed. ⸻ Another opened. ⸻ Inside was a future where the Void King ruled existence. 🖤 ⸻ Another future. ⸻ A future where the Dreamer never dreamed. ⸻ A future where humanity never existed. ⸻ A future where Lyra became the Keeper of Stories.

“So we just need to make sure we put the last piece in then.“ Dylan said smiling. Even despite what happened for some strange reason it felt like they still had a win out of this. Then, without warning the failed mission sign began to count down and as soon as it hit zero it exploded. They awoke to another realm once again. They were back to their human forms which Wren could not have been happier for. As they raised their left hands the mission screen appeared to be working this time. Their mission was to create transport. They were all wearing futuristic, metallic silver jumpsuits with a neon green and purple curve. This was another group mission but they all had the same role. It was simp