Icy Manipulator Novels & Stories

I stayed attentive to my surroundings. I threw my ability at a certain direction from my right, feel ko kasi may tatalon sa ‘kin mula doon. “Immobilize.” I carefully walked towards the right direction and saw a huge robot, and it wasn’t moving. Black veins covering its leg. Ito ba ‘yung dummy na sinasabi nila? Wala akong magamit para ipatumba ‘tong du- Nevermind, I saw a whip, a glowing one. Nasa paa ng dummy.

Their interactions too calculated. Enhanced individuals learning to be human. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" Margaret stopped at one window. "That young man there, Daniel. His empathic range extends to everyone in a fifty-meter radius. He can influence emotional states with a thought." "You mean manipulate them," Marcus said. "I mean, guide them toward more positive outcomes." Margaret moved to another window. "And her Rachel. She can process complex mathematical equations instantaneously. Solves problems in seconds that would take normal humans days."

“Gimme a break! None of us have seen the Imps field anything like that before, ever. How the hell should I know what to do against it? I’m not magic!” Ze scanned through as much data as ze could in an attempt to find out more about the devastator. If only ze could find out how thick its chitin was, or where its critical systems were located, ze could organize an informed strike. An alert filled one of the holoprojectors, which reported that Raijin’s engines had finally taken full control. Another reported that Imperial crew were attempting to retake control. Another reported that hundreds of power armored security personnel were headed their way. But Lucifer was hardly worried about any of t

Nneamaka laughed. “Uwa eju afo (nothing on earth can satisfy)” Ejima added as they returned their attention to the cassava. She was about to pick the third cassava when she suddenly felt a weight on her head. She tried to lift her hand, to make sure she was not imagining things, but her hands would not obey. They had developed minds of their own, causing Ejima's world to spin. The strength in her body had veered into the strength of water, and every attempt to make sense of the situation threatened to mask her world with darkness.

he rasped, his voice a dry, jagged scrape. I stood between his knees, my hands trembling as I held the neural interface needle. The "Sync" was screaming in my skull, a high-frequency vibration that told me his new nerves were raw, hungry, and seeking a connection. To stabilize the limb, I had to touch the seam where the metal met his shoulder—the place where his humanity ended and the machine began.

Sterling screamed, clutching his head. "A neural disruptor," I said, my voice barely audible over the hum. I had the earplugs in before I even hit the command. "Developed by the Lazarus project. It targets the inner ear of anyone not tuned to the specific frequency of the earplugs I’m wearing. You have approximately forty seconds before your brain loses the ability to process motor functions." I walked toward the lead operative, who was now on his knees, his rifle clattering to the floor. I looked down at him, my expression blank. He was a pawn. A tool. A shadow of the man Victor had become.

“Here hold her!” She said and next thing, I felt her hands on my shoulders, worriedly shaking me. “I’m so sorry, Ash darling! We were trying to stop her and the only way was to knock her unconscious.” My stomach twisted and I glanced up, blinking to clear my vision. “You had to knock her unconscious?” Camila swallowed. “Don’t worry, we didn’t hit something on her head. Jennifer here has a Neuromante ability, also known as Nexa. Basically, she knows exactly how to make you faint just by tapping on a nerve end or vein.”

Instead, the machine’s left limb—a massive, three-clawed iron pneumatic gantry-clamp originally designed for lifting heavy locomotive boilers—swung around in a brutal, horizontal sweep. Natalia did not slide down the back plating. She dropped straight down through the gap between the suit’s hydraulic thighs, her feet hitting the cracked stone pavers of the central avenue exactly as the massive iron clamp sheared through the space her torso had occupied a heartbeat before. The heavy metal claws collided with each other with a sound like a blacksmith’s anvil fracturing, sending a shower of bright yellow sparks dancing through the dark sulfur smoke.

The kid is here in this facility so that she knows there is nothing wrong with her, that the disabled are those who look at her full of judgment. This kid is his masterpiece. Ameira is his masterpiece. Surely, no one can control this kid, not even Alejandro. Ezecarl Zlatan, however, is not just anyone. He can control the child that everyone fears. "What is your name?" He asked, making sure which of the six characters he was talking to. And of those six, he has one favorite. "Ivy." His lips curled into a grin. "Do you know why you are here?" Ezecarl asked.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,