Metal Cardbot Characters Novels & Stories

Johnson's repeated taunts angered Wilbur, and he hurled three Azure Dragon Spears into the Satan Robot's chest consecutively before jumping backward and waiting for a response. Johnson proceeded to pluck the spears out one by one. Wilbur activated his Iris Veritas and was shocked by what he saw. Under the gaze of his Iris Veritas, the wires inside of the robot were emitting a pale golden glow. On top of that, the wires that Wilbur's spears had cut through could be seen reforming at a rapid rate. It was only then that Wilbur finally understood that the robot could only take such immense pressure because of the special metal its motherboard was made out of.

Lucy The rag was still in my hand, but my fingers had gone numb. My whole body felt like it had gone cold when Riker said those words. Pet. I’d heard worse, yes. But the way the men in the lot laughed—or pretended not to—burned hotter than fists ever had. Fists left bruises that faded. Words stuck, carved into the softest places of you. I kept polishing the chrome because I didn’t know what else to do. The metal shone under my hand, but the shine didn’t matter. I didn’t matter. That’s what Riker had meant. I was just something Blake had picked up on the side of the road. Disposable.

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 : 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚) ╰────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╯ Creases formed in my forehead as soon as read the disturbing yet weird details on my card. Apart from being adorned with strange, ominous symbols and details that I couldn't help but to read, I can't help but to be curious and estrange to its nature.

I didn't have ink, but the server was warm, and the plastic was soft. ***"THIS IS NOT A STORY,"*** I carved. "What are you doing?" Maya stood up, her face finally showing a flicker of fear. "That won't do anything! It’s just physical damage!" "I'm not writing to the computer," I said, blood dripping from the glass onto the floor. "I'm writing to the **Maintenance Bot**." High above us, a small, spider-like robot that was designed to repair server hardware paused. It zoomed its camera in on the words I had carved.

It had side fins that looked like wings and a wide mouth that can gobble down a witborn in one piece. Fortunately it doesn’t eat humans. But it had quite a powerful pair of fins that is capable of smacking one into bits, and a tail that is as deadly as a poisoned whip. The enraged Juste gravely bit the raybot on one of its fins. It let out a shriek, as if it was really alive, and swiftly swathed Juste to the wall. Maxill’s mind control skills couldn’t do a thing because it was only an animate thing. He was in defensive mode, trying to barely avoid the raybot’s attack.

Mercenaries didn’t need permits to do their jobs and they did it with any means necessary while Hunters were restricted by rules. While Matthew was thinking about that, he read the names on each card. Mart Darg, Bart, Port and Malt. “…” (He’s not so good at making up names. At least add a surname for the other three.) Matthew thought as he sighed. “You three, here you go.” Matthew turned around to the chimaeras and gave them their cards. “Remember while we’re here, use this name to address each other. Make sure to not use our real names.” Matthew instructed them with a softer voice so that the people around won’t hear them.

Instead it's a robot. Murmurs greet me at first and one turns to the card with a grotesque looking frown. “ Where did you get that?” I ignore her, turning my attention to the robot. “ You have functional ears, right?” “ And I suppose you know when to mind your business, right?” I snapped back at her. Her friend pulls her away, and they both talk loudly, deliberately. “ Maybe some beggar. They're everywhere these days. Victor hasn't spared anyone lady a look. How do you think he would look at someone so shabby if it weren't for charity.”

As he came up to us, I got a closer look at him. He had tanned skin that radiated under the sun and he moved so gracefully like royalty. His eyes were deep amber and he had a perfect body. I sighed, what was worse than having three hot men as mates? He stopped right in front of me and took my hand. I felt sparks inside of me as I made contact with him. My stomach suddenly developed butterflies as I felt a tinge of sensation as his hands held mine. "Hey baby, I am Damon, Alpha of Midnight Pack", he said while searching my face. Shit…another alpha. "Mia", I muttered. He nodded his head and looked towards my other mate, "I guess we are all sharing one mate". They laughed.

Alice shouted from the other room, impatience lacing her tone. "Patience is a virtue, Alicia. There are muffins in the top cabinet next to the...next to where I put that thing. Don't have the ones with the little sticks they're...special and not for you." Kogo responded loudly. Nothing about this woman was old and frail. She flipped the next card. Her eyes went wide and her tan skin went a tad paler. The card was dark themed with a huge tower. It was upright. Down below it was written in bold cursive letters ' the tower '.

All functions of the giant Mega were based on some memory cards. Smith smile was one of the engendering department who had been planted since childhood into the Tec unit of Corn city, her mother gave both to her on war ground when the world were at war with past Perils, the baby was found crying loudly, and since he could not be adentified with any country he was taking to the motherless home facilities located in Corn city, he was twelve, when a strange visitor came to him, and let him knew who he was and why he was planted into the country, Corn city was known to be leading in science and technology, and his job was to learn it all, few years later his outstanding success in education got