Icy Manipulator Novels & Stories

Luca stepped into a puddle of his own sweat,breathing hard and body sore as he walked back to the machine he had been using since the moment he stepped into Damian's gym, It stood tall, almost 7 feet with a cylindrical body divided into three sections and long poll like arm that extended almost a meter sprouting out from each side of the three sections, each hand moved individually and could move in synchronization with other arms making it's attack pattern unpredictable. The goal was to last as long as possible, dodging attacks while also attacking it's body that was made up of hard cushion foam.

In just the blink of an eye, Altair had arrived before Enne and Andhara, the man's sturdy arms already firmly gripping Andhara's neck with a deadly cold expression. Enne gasped of course, how could an ordinary human move that fast? "Take your hands off her." Altair warned again. Instead of obeying, Andhara's grip on Enne's hand tightened, eliciting a low groan from Enne's mouth as well as rousing the girl from her reverie.

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,

"And I would rather let the ocean crush me into dust than let that data reach the surface. Nobody leaves this ship." Julian’s mask of control shattered instantly, replaced by pure, unadulterated fury. With the terrifying speed of his military-grade neural implants, he drew his sidearm and lunged forward, closing the distance in a blur of motion. He didn't shoot Elara; instead, he violently struck her wrist, sending the pulse pistol clattering across the grated floor. In the same fluid motion, he grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off her feet with cybernetically enhanced strength and hurling her backward onto the pod’s metal access ramp.

His infected hand was wrapped tight in duct tape—a makeshift cast to keep the wound closed. "Fresh meat!" Torque shouted from his VIP box—a suspended crane cabin overlooking the arena. "The Big Man says he lifts heavy. Let's see if he hits heavy." A gate on the far side of the Pit groaned open. The crowd roared. Walking out of the shadows wasn't a man. It was a Mining Droid. Specifically, a "Demolisher Class" unit. It stood seven feet tall, painted hazard yellow, with thick armor plating. Its right arm ended in a rotary rock-drill. Its left arm was a massive hydraulic hammer.

Somehow, each candy made by Iowa's own hands is a miracle. After every time I eat, Irina's MANA increases rapidly, the time to use MANA is also significantly extended, not only mana but skin wounds heal quickly, eight hours for large wounds to heal serious and six hours for not too serious.

she replied. “Sophie does,” Drew cut in sharply. “With every thought and idea that forms in her brain, she feels pain far stronger than you can imagine.” He glanced at the others. “Imagine being pierced by boiling iron, on top of having your body parts disintegrate and then mold back together. That’s what MANA does. It took me a while to figure it out. You see, when your brain comes up with an idea, MANA reciprocates that idea by traveling through your bloodstream with immense force, giving its users a massive amount of power to carry out that idea. Then it returns to the brain with even greater force, which can either render the person unconscious for days or just kill them outright.” "Oh G

said the General "It's not that we give this tool General the name Yuko, taken from the first name of Yusuke and I am Kojima," said Kojima who looked embarrassed. "Hahaha ok you try to explain how to use this tool" said the General "Four propellers on the upper side and four propellers on the lower side, then in the middle, apart from being equipped with a monitor recorder underneath there are 2 hand claws like human hands but mini or small in size," said Kojima again explaining.

They didn't carry rifles; their right forearms were heavy, pneumatic pile-drivers that hummed with a low-frequency vibration capable of liquefying a wolf’s internal organs with a single strike. "Unauthorized asset detection," the lead construct announced, its voice synthesized through a high-fidelity speaker that rattled the glass panels of the transit platform. "Serial number #3, Zora Vane. You are currently operating under a secondary liquidation decree. Stand down and present the infant for structural reclamation." Dante let out a low, concussive rumble from the depths of his mutated lungs, his great front paws tearing deep grooves into the reinforced concrete of the plaza. The violet fir

The Vane physical sweeps had entered the sump. ​"They are clearing the secondary screens," Ibrahim reported, his low voice cutting through the mechanical din with an eerie, unyielding calm. He drew his short blade, the steel catching the weak flicker of Julian's dynamo torch. "They have deployed their amphibious tracking units. You have less than thirty seconds to finalize the inversion before they cut the power to the main pillar."