Magical Robot Novels & Stories

Only then did I see the trail of blood at the corner of his lips, which had not stopped dripping. "Is it true?" Royce firmly asked, his voice rising with every word. Without waiting for my response, he fervently continued, "I knew it! I knew what you've been using on the Alpha isn't ordinary," he declared. "So you've been using black magic?" A scoff of amusement escaped my lips at his words, "I don't even know what black magic is." I firmly answered, "I only have healing gifts from my grandmother, and that's what I've been using on the Alpha."

Aslan’s voice sounded, making me realize that Zarina was the one who had used magic to stop me. “This little girl has grown very bold. Lock her up in the room and make sure to add a shield so that she can’t use magic.” I was taken aback by Tyson’s cold voice. No, I was NOT going to let them keep me against my will anymore. Closing my eyes, I focused all my energy to teleport. ASLAN’S POV I was stunned to see Aurora vanish right in front of my eyes. “How the hell did she do that!? Even Zarina can’t perform magic against your will inside this palace. It is shielded by the world’s most powerful magic which works according to YOUR will!”

I could see the scientists cheering for their robot but it was still not enough to make it win. Though thoughts of Kayla’s acceptance continued to linger, the battle became too intense to even think anymore. Each strike served as a metaphorical blow against the doubts that plagued my mind. The robot, as I could see in my mind was a representation of the external challenges I was facing. I immediately saw the robot as the elders who were coming after me which had me groaning as I decided to unleash my supernatural strength which I used in tearing the robot limb from limb. I watched it crumble under the weight of its failing body.

When it was 5 in the evening Arnold signaled his trusted Assistant Roasty. He had designed the robot in such a way that it couldn’t be controlled by the others and it responded to the commands given only by him. If someone else tried to control Roasty it would shut down instantly. “Roasty, You have to keep a watch on, screen number five. You should be able to see me at all times. In case you see me in danger deploy Squadron Spice ( A team of robots that have varying capabilities just like spices) to rescue me. Is that clear.”

I ignored her. "Dra...gon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Dragon?" I gasped in realization. Of all the people I know back in the Magical world, Sage is the only one that could control a dragon. He had gone deep into the forbidden black magic to be entrusted with the power to control dragons. I looked up and saw another maid run in. The lady kept looking backwards as she run in. I watched her bump into a couch. "Careful." I half yelled but it was too late. She had fallen down but her fall didn't stop her. She shifted backwards continuously as she stared at the door.

Themselves were about to be melted by the chemical that was corroding all the heavy metals that were used to build that magnificent house when something crystalline in nature emerged and engulfed them rescueing them from the death that was welcoming them to it's kingdom unwillingly. *** In the laboratory, Mr. Gordon was still staring at Miss. Chelsea waiting for her to perform the action. By use her microphone she ordered directly the robot which guarding the shop to bring it down but it seemed it was reluctant to take any orders from her. "Subject #102, I command you to destroy her immediately," she sounded another command feeling somehow angry and frustrated at the same time. The robot too

I commented while chuckling at last. "What was so strange about it? Of course, someone from the inside helped her. There is no way she could have done it all alone. These walls are made up of Magic insulators. Even if she could have used her spells, there was no chance she could have broken through the prison from the inside." He started while stretching the back of his head. My eyes widened when he started talking about magic and spells, so I turned to him and asked, "How do you know she knew spells and magic?" I asked him to extract as much information as I could.

Because it seems to happen that way and if someone will tell me that, then I'll believe him. I heard him chuckled lightly before answering me. "Yes, milady. Why? Do you want me to show you some proof and remove my clothes now? I can do that for you but I don't think you'll like what you'll see. Will I really pass as a human to you? Then that's great because I'll be able to court you" I blinked when I saw him winked at me while delivering those cheesy lines that cringes my whole body. I can't take this anymore. Hell no! Why did my mother even make a robot like him? Damn, I don't want a robot saying a sweet line to me because that's fucking weird and awkward. I won't even feel such butterflies

The kind of glare that could slice through glass. The robot then turned slightly, waving directly at me, almost with a smile. “Master,” it said again, with that polite tone, “what are your commands? What exactly would you like me to do?” I didn’t hesitate. “Say hello to everyone.” The robot straightened up. “Yes, Master.” Then it raised both hands, more like a small pause for dramatic effect and said, “Hello, everyone!” You’d think the crowd had just seen the second coming. “Oh my God!”

Meanwhile, Harold took the same robot that almost made Shantal tripped from a while ago. "We thought that a robot would be the best present we could give you. We can assure you that it is a limited edition since it is the only one we built and there is nothing similar to this in the market. He can make friends with your pretty squad if you like." The mention of her favorite appliances which she happened to name 'Pretty' brought a smile to Shantal's face. "We made one final upgrade to it last night so its batteries will last longer. It won't be as good as 1096 but it will be able to keep you company whenever you are bored."