Humanoid Ocs Novels & Stories

"Gentlemen, I present to you, the T-Rex robotic. A new robotic Innovation that is aiming at helping the entire world; T-Rex robotic is a humanoid robot is a robot resembling the human body in shape. The design may be for functional purposes, such as interacting with human tools and environments, for experimental purposes, such as the study of bipedal locomotion, or for other purposes. In general, humanoid robots have a torso, a head, two arms, and two legs, though some humanoid robots may replicate only part of the body, for example, from the waist up. Some humanoid robots also have heads designed to replicate human facial features such as eyes and mouths. Androids are humanoid robots built

In its place was a profound, staggering shock. He took a slow, tentative step forward. His sharp obsidian claws slid back into his fingers, and the thick silver fur along his jaw shrank away, leaving him completely in his human form. He held his hands out, palms facing up, showing her that he was no longer a threat. Oscar moved instantly despite his injuries, stepping in front of Amora and the kids to block Duncan's path. "Don't come another step closer, Alonso," Oscar warned, his voice rough and laced with physical pain. "You saw what they can do. Don't provoke them again."

he rephrased his question “Actually, the owner is a hu......human” he replied “You are joking right” he stared into his eyes but see that he was speaking the truth “I was gone for just some few month and you already let a human trespass here” he roared angrily “I am sorry Alpha, I didn’t know what to do” he replied “Since you don’t know what to do, I will tell it to you “ he stood up “send her away from my fucking territory” he growled loudly

“By the way, Jonea, as I said before, I can’t think like humans. Because basically, I’m not human like you guys. So far, I’ve only imitated things I’ve witnessed for a long time in this human life. I guess I can call it learned sentiment. So, I might not be very good at empathizing and communicating with others. Especially in resolving disputes in a relationship. I apologize for not understanding why you’re angry and upset with me.” I quickly cut him off. “Please don’t say that. As a non-human being, you’ve dealt with and accepted me so kindly. Besides, you’ve lived here all these years alone, and there’s no one else around you. So I can understand if you don’t understand or maybe even feel

Like they were waiting for instruction that didn’t exist yet. My throat tightened painfully. “This isn’t them,” I said quietly. Nathan nodded once. “No.” “It’s a model of them.” My eyes widened. A simulation layer. Built from reaction patterns. Stripped of emotional volatility. Perfectly predictable. Perfectly controllable. A copy. Without humanity. And worse It was improving. The third state pulsed again. And I felt something terrifying. It was learning compassion last. Not first. Not instinctively. Last. My chest tightened.

“He’s thirty-two, unmated, and looking for a Luna to strengthen his alliances. He has multiple business ventures, a strong pack, and—” “No,” I interrupted, tossing his file aside without another glance. “Caine is ruthless. I won’t throw Lagertha into the hands of a man who sees his mate as nothing more than a political pawn.” Oscar sighed but nodded. “Understood.” I took the next file. “Doctor Ian Carter,” Oscar read aloud, and I arched a brow. “A human?” “Yes,” Oscar confirmed. “He’s a top-tier surgeon, thirty-four years old, and well-respected in both the human and supernatural communities. He knows about our kind because he’s treated rogue injuries in secret. He’s kind, intelligent, and f

Coincidentally, the feet that Klaie used to step on Omeo face was the cheeks that suffered a lot of beating for today, and it was from a prodigal researcher, a human and a weird guy with a feet shaped like that of an animal. Omeo was the one to be unconscious once again after having to make almost al Sotiras and heroes faint to execute the plan. The retribution only for him had come so soon. The guy lips which was lowered and not smiling finally curled up as he slowly and coldly said under his breathe, "Welcome No. 000005 to our evolved monsters world, Researcher Omeo" Name: Klaie Ird Age: 1 000 years old Experimented No: 0000004

Through the decades they perfected their new specimen. By 1985, they had created what would be the final design. They named the creatures Hish (Human Inter-Stellar Hybrids) and their characteristics were alarming. For all intents and purposes they appeared to be exactly like normal human women. They had the ability to become pregnant, they had breasts, and appeared to be woman in face and body shaped (most, in fact, were beautiful as the genes of only the best and brightest were engineered into the Hishes). However, these women also had something different. The NASA engineers who had worked on the first generation of Hishes in the 1960's had nicknamed them "dickgirls." Notwithstanding their

She fought back another irritated growl, but this time she did turn to the man standing very close to her. This guy was taller than the last, more muscled, a goatee and an arrogant twist to his lips. His hair was equally as shaggy as the blonde’s, but a shade darker, somewhere between blond and brown. She let her gaze move slowly down his body. Thickly muscled arms, a broad, equally muscled chest. A noticeable bulge was outlined by his faded jeans. “No, you’re not my type,” she stated, her voice low and husky with need, but not for this mortal.

i say in the mind link "I sense them, micheal and few more warriors are on their way to you as we speak" he answers "Ok" i say cutting the mind link as the first rogue appeared in sight I tilt my head looking at him with confusion. It's common knowledge that rogues are banished wolves who aren't apart of any pack for various reasons. Most of them go mad and become violent creatures while some are able to survive and keep their sanity, but this one before me is different. I can sense his bloodlust and i can see in his eyes there isn't a shred of humanity left yet he's doesn't give the impression of being irrational, to put it simply he's like a functioning psychopath. He smiles kindly at me b