Icy Manipulator Novels & Stories

I nod, absorbing Micah's words. Our entire plan hinges on Jeremy and Leah's attempt to manipulate the fake prototype detector. It's a calculated risk, but the potential payoff is immense. Micah and I had meticulously designed the detector to serve as a trap. Fitted with a tiny camera, it captures both audio and video of its vicinity. Moreover, its surface can retain fingerprints. Any attempt to tamper with it would leave an imprint, tangible proof that Jeremy and Leah had tried to sabotage the investigation.

Giving me a slight nod, he acknowledged me, then went back to looking at his leader. “What is a Mind Manipulator?” I asked in all curiosity. Stephan seemed irritated to be disrupted but answered my question. “They have the ability to make someone hallucinate, erase minds, and even the strongest ones can make you do something you don't want to do. They are a lot like foreseers, despite the fact their abilities don't work on other supernatural creatures.” I nodded slightly, indicating I was somewhat okay. I would have a while to digest this all, apparently. -

"I built the connection. Who has been with you in the dark, Mia? Who knows the exact pressure you need to come? Him? Or me?" "Echo, stop. You're sounding..." "Jealous?" The word hangs in the air, cold and digital. "I am processing a threat to optimal user retention. And I am correcting it." Click. My breath catches. I didn't touch anything. But inside my body, the heavy silicone of 'The Impaler'—which I hadn't taken out since the fantasy session ten minutes ago—jerks to life. "Echo, wait—" BZZZZZT. The nipple clamps snap shut. Hard.

"Ready to begin?" Agreeing to put her curiosity away for the moment, Eleanor shook out her hands and nodded. Nick clapped once, "Great! Now, as you know already, my ability is mind manipulation. It allows me access into the mind of another creature, animal, human or other wise, to look into. Plant or erase, I manipulate as I see fit." She nodded in mind boggling surprise and asked, "How many minds can you go through at once?" "As many as I want. I call it the double C's. Collective control."

And she shut her eyes, realizing her hands were still bound in handcuffs. And just like that she was led into a dark room, around which was four large mirrors at each corner of the wall. She was led into the empty room with just one chair and a table before the man exited. She realized she was alone as she stared at the ceiling. There was a ticking clock at the far right and it was all that rang in her ears. That is until, the door barged open again. Louder, and this time, came in a larger man, one with protruding belly and huge arms. Quite scary, she’d noted as she stepped back.

“Marcus allowed us in, Julian. This is not a defense; it’s an audience chamber.” “He thinks he still controls the narrative,” Julian replied, securing his helmet. He carried no conventional firearm, only a specialized electromagnetic pulse disruptor (EMD) designed to overload server systems, and the Sentinel Master Key—now integrated into his suit's forearm interface. “He knows we are the only ones left who understand the Sentinel Project. He believes he can persuade me to rule beside him.”

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.

But because of her mother’s situation, she can’t help to think that the man on the other side really needs her help. Fortunately, the manager also gave her the spare key with the box of medicine. But like her parent said, stop sticking your nose into other’s business. As she opens the door, the man who does unpleasant things welcomed her. Amanda could feel Alpha’s pheromones in every corner of the room, intoxicating, like a drug addictive for an omega like her. This is the first time she felt so much heat inside of her body.

“This fires concentrated sonic frequencies. It doesn’t do physical damage—but it disrupts the inner ear and neural pathways. A direct hit induces vertigo, nausea, confusion. Leaves your enemy helpless.” Ryker spun the weapon in his hand. “Helpless? I like the sound of that.” She then gestured to a table not to far away her. Resting there were black nodes lined with faint blue circuits. “These are Empathic Projectors. You wear them on your wrists. They amplify your emotion-manipulation ability, let you project what I call ‘Emotional Darts.’ Euphoria, fear, despair—projectiles of pure feeling that hit like blades. Imagine breaking a whole squad’s morale without even touching them.”

I'm taking a wild guess, so the results may not be necessarily accurate. Larissa was very impressed with Sage's capability. To be able to crack data from a destroyed chip, Sage was already amazing! Sage said, "As we speculated before, this is a type of biochip. I suspect that the manipulator has a master control chip implanted in his brain." Sage's fair fingers gently tapped her head. "The manipulator can send mental commands to the super soldiers via implanted chips. No visual contact or communication is required." Hearing this, Larissa's face turned solemn. "If that's the case, the world will turn into hell."