Rebels Robot Novels & Stories

It made sense that Chester was panicking, but why was Nancy panicking as well? Was she in the know? I let out a cold laugh, leading them deliberately. "You should know better than anyone who really colluded with the robbers. Chester, who have you been texting on your smartwatch? Why does your program code resemble the robbers' firewall code? Can you explain that?" Chester completely lost his composure, trembling as he turned to Nancy. "Nancy, how did he find out? Did you tell him? If he tells everyone, we're done for!"

He was very confident with this familiar enemy. He could definitely stop them. Just as the two sides were about to collide, Valentin drew out his weapon, ready to confront the opponent head-on. Meanwhile, the Overlord Realm equivalent Robotia Lv 6 showed a creepy smile. Then, a mechanical sound sounded. “The five Leila rulers should die!” Immediately, a berserk force appeared in the Robotia Lv 6’s body, and it exploded instantly. Then… Boom! A huge explosion could be heard. At the center of the explosion, a super huge black hole appeared and expanded in all directions.

She was likely relieved to see him. Maverick’s warriors emerged from the trees, their weapons drawn. Rebel’s men responded in kind. His rebels didn’t outnumber the Grey Wolf elite warriors, but considering what they’d come for, it didn’t matter. Rebel recognized most of the Grey Wolves immediately. The faces that in his childhood memories remained boys instantly changed into those of the grown men who stared back at him. Grey Wolf elite alpha warriors. They all were. Except for Rebel.

So BlitzWilliam, Black Rose, Maeka, Darkstar and SnowKing headed back to Shattered Inkopolis ready to summoned by me. I look at Mia and Rose "we defeated Corona twice now but there's no time for celebration Corona has your sanctuary in her grip and won't let go" said Mia "right Mia, we have the Power Plant liberated let's head back to the Scareport and think of our next plan" I said so we headed back to the Scareport just liberated the New Yoke City Docks and the New Yoke City Power Plant. At the Chaos Council, they dealing with power flickers "what the, what's happening to the badnik and chaos robot production!" Dr Mr Eggman shouted with frustration. "Dr Mr Eggman sir, the power grid has re

Beside him are two others rebels, all three of them armed with an assault rifles. "Hello, Tristan," the guy with yellow hair starts. "We need to talk with you about something." "Me first," I say, getting up and wiping the bit of sweat from my eyes. "How about you tell me where I am, why I'm here, and where the fuck Rebecca is?" "Don't worry about Rebecca," the guy answers, "She's fine. My men found her before they find you, and quickly took her to our infirmary. She's alive. As for your other questions, my name is Martin, and I am the leader of the Rebel."

I bet they all still see it as some fancy traditional challenge. The agreement between me am Ryan was that once I finally whoop his wolfy ass, I get my bionic arm back. I heard it's stashed away in somewhere the pack's main house. A tech facility of some sort. "You need to surrender. Call off the challenge." Benard suddenly said. I gave him an incredulous look, scoffing at his demand. Spoken too late Alpha! "I am not asking, Abigail. As long as you are on my pack lands, you live by my rules." He said, waving a finger in my face.

Everything is going just as it had before. “My lady…my— my father is a rogue alpha. He's an enemy of the throne. I just wanted to run away from his schemes. I can't be part of them! But now I have nowhere else to be. I won't want to put anyone in danger…only the palace can help me now, my lady.” The ballroom has been consumed by murmurs as they hear what she has to say. Currently, the kingdom of Ker faces the threat of a growing rebellion. Many shifters— rogue lycans, foxes, faes and the like— have banned together.

This was The Pit—an underground fight club where Aradaa had spent his nights as a scholar, betting on brawls just to feel something other than Malrec’s thumb. "Who goes there?" A shadow detached itself from the far wall. A massive man with a mechanical eye and a prosthetic arm made of salvaged truck parts stepped into the light. "Hux," Aradaa said, stepping forward. "It’s me." The big man grunted, his robotic eye whirring as it focused. "The Prince. Word is you were the one who broke the world, kid." "I’m trying to fix it," Aradaa said. A dozen survivors emerged from the shadows. These were the Low Tech rebels. They were the ones the Architect couldn't reach—people with analog hearts and zer

Ryan asked. "The thing is Sir, Rebels are not exactly rogues but they do appear like rogues. According to rumors, the members are abandoned or underappreciated wolves from different packs in the world and their leader is supposedly a product of a werewolf and a wizard. They were brought together by their hatred for people in power and will gladly accept any job that relates to taking down authoritative figures in a pack. So basically, they're hired murderers who use sorcery and their strength to murder their victims," Ivan explained and a thought immediately crossed Ryan's mind.

Thinking he had outsmarted the situation, Rupert was unaware that Jordan was not as naïve as he thought. "I know who you are now. You're Luca's uncle!" Jordan clenched his fists. "Give me back the Nightstems!" Jordan pressed the robot's switch and commanded it to charge forward to reclaim the Nightstems. However, unlike MAVIS, this robot did not contain an AI. It was useless in a fight. "What a piece of junk. Go to hell!" Rupert kicked the robot, causing it to fall with sparks flying. "Oh no! My robot!" Jordan rushed toward his robot.