Humanoid Glados Novels & Stories

Another hand appeared. Then slowly— Something began pulling itself upward from the lower layer. Huge. Humanoid. Wrapped in black reinforced plating fused directly into flesh. Its face— Or what remained of it— Was hidden behind a mask-like metal restraint bolted into skin. And when it lifted its head— One glowing red eye locked directly onto Amara. The girl whispered beside her— “They found us.”

I looked at the tile beneath me, rejected its right to exist and took a step forward. CRACK. The tile beneath my boot shattered into a spray of glowing math symbols. It was not broken by strength or weight. By my refusal to recognize its density. I was an error walking through their equation. A loud alarm echoed through the sky like a thousand gears grinding to a halt. The rows of math problems above us froze, turned red and began to fall like glass. Three figures appeared from the void ahead. They did not look like wolves, humans or Celestials. They were tall humanoid shapes made of condensed gold, their faces blank and smooth. In their hands they carried long tools made of anti-Aether porc

The humanoids were previously made to do such labor but taking a look right now, it seems that the fate of humans was inverted. They disguised themselves along the sides of the cave. For normal eyes like humans, they cannot see any light figures through the walls. Thanks to their contact lenses which serve like a humanoid eye and keep them to walk through the canal without difficulties. On one lane of the canals, they have seen a blueprint of the mining area. They checked the details to where they can see where humanoids can probably stock their hidden waterloo. “This should be the area, Sarah. It is the best way to stock those halogens where humans cannot pass,” explained Grace. “C’mon, let

Lazarus sighed. “Yeah… that will do.” Lazarus stared at each and every one’s eyes, he continued. “I’m Ojinwuo Lazarus the Shadow Inhumane as you all know and how I got to have my iconic name… I trained harder than any other Inhumane out there and master the way of the glow.” “The way... of the glow?” Both Peirce and Node thought out. “Yeah, the way of the glow as an Inhumane, is by shaping the glows on the body then materializing it as a weapon of choice just like mine,” he glowed only on his arms then materialized the black glow into a wrist reaper on both hands.

"If I'm the vessel... where is the rest of him?" Sterling gestured to a massive, black-glass wall at the end of the room. He tapped a command on his wrist-link, and the glass turned transparent. My heart stopped. Behind the glass was a tank filled with the same indigo fluid I had seen in the Zero-Point. And suspended in the center of the tank, connected to a thousand glowing cables, was a man. He had dark, matted hair. He had the build of a King. But his skin wasn't obsidian. It was pale, human, and covered in surgical scars.

I asked “Nope, the base is an unconfigurable reality, wild. That is why we love it, '' she replied. Wyren handed me a rolled up leaf and I threw it to the ground. It opened up and hovered a few inches from it. The leaf-glider was rather huge; I’d say about 5 feet in width. “Jude, put your bracelet over it.” Said Wyren. I bent down and moved my hand over it. It instantly emitted a blue light, scanning my bracelet. When it was done, the shape of the leafe began to morph, and my head was formed at the center. And it said…... “Race-Human, Prime. Biosignature marked, initiating incorporation.” I was creeped out, but it wasn’t done. The image of my face on the glider popped out in the most ominous

That person looked straight and declared her words to many people. “My goal is to let other human survived in this apocalyptic era by any means possible without sacrificing lives and accumulated many human needs. At least, through this, we can still have our humanity” those words were already printed in his soul like reminding him that there is one human who can do it. However, that silhouette was blurry and he cannot recognize the voice at all. However, he is certain that Psyche Flint is the one who can do it because he saw the invisible God’s pattern – Golden Dove – on her forehead. No one can figured out what it is unless you a certain role to see it and Grandpa Su has that role since fiv

It was because I was a hybrid: a mix of both them which was frowned upon. The figure finally decided to come out of its shell by stepping where the light was. It was a boy or a man: I don't know since his face was still not clear. He was tall; around six feet and five inches. He had a silver hair that was slicked back on the front and undercut on its sides. His ripped arms were surrounded by tattoos of animals and some scripting. He had the same blades that I had in his hands with a belt that contained steel that had claws at the end. We called it Gluon fragmentor drill: in short GFD. It was used to clutch on an object such as trees or walls when you are flying.

​I rounded the corner into the dining room, my rifle leveled. ​Standing in the center of the room, surrounded by shards of glass that shimmered like diamonds in the red light, was a man. He was tall, thin, and dressed in a suit of matte-gray liquid armor that seemed to absorb the light around him. He wasn't holding a gun. He was holding a pair of curved, mono-molecular wire-blades that hummed with a low, lethal vibration. ​But it was his eyes that froze the blood in my veins. They were the same matte silver as Kai’s.

It was sharp, scratchy, like a knife dragging across glass. Jack turned his head, wincing. Emerging from the shadows of a tower of crushed washing machines was a group of figures. They weren't rats. They were humanoid, but twisted. The leader was a man—or what used to be a man—with skin the color of wet clay. His right eye was missing, covered by a crude leather patch, but his left eye glowed with a predatory yellow light. He wore armor made of flattened license plates and held a heavy, rusted iron crowbar wrapped in barbed wire.