Rebels Robot Novels & Stories

Hanson moves forward while commanding to others, “Release her!” When no one listens, he moves to do it himself. “Hanson, stop!” His body obeys as his mind churns, his heart burns, and his eyes yearn to follow through with the task. The Alpha Female. “COME BACK TO ME!” Hanson straightens as his body obeys a call the rest of him wishes to ignore. As he comes to stand next to his new female, he watches Jezebel and pleads for forgiveness and offers false promises of freeing himself from his Alpha Female with his eyes. Jezebel closes her eyes before looking straight ahead. That was the last time she looked at him. The thin silver thread grows even weaker from the final betrayal. He was going to s

When they went outside they saw what Ashley was talking about, there was the guardian in his usual brown robe, but this time his eyes were white, then there was Drevis back from Solaria and the battle on the day of Serenity. “I know who you are.” Said Sekora to the guardian, but I don’t know you.” She said turning to Drevis. “I am Drevis, second in command to Kariya.” Said the robot. “No, I don’t think so buddy, he’s got Luese to do all his dirty work now .” said Sekora with a smirk that made Drevis get angry. “I will kill you for saying these lies!” He screamed, then ran at Sekora with two swords.

Maya cried out and Naya slapped her. "What's that for?" Maya glared at her. "To reset your brain. We didn't come here for this, behave Maya." Maya huffed and looked away, not throwing a fit anymore and finally going silent. "We need your help Jeremy," I faced him, and I became serious, taking a sit beside Naya. "What could you possibly need my help with?" He frowned, looking baffled. I exchanged smiles with the girls and they nodded in approval. "We are starting a rebel group and you're the only guy we're letting in on this," I informed him and he frowned.

I heard the familiar voice of Gonzalo ring from behind me. Natasha jumps on my body, clutching her hands to my chest, as I try to shield her face from meeting his own. “Am I missing something here, Raul? If not, why is the first daughter of the house of Miklaus in the company of the rebel leader?” The bass of his voice rose as his eyes glowed angrily at us. The clouds crackled lightly, and soon the sky started to tear up.

Despite her hesitancy at first, Lyra stood her ground, her blows driven by a renewed determination. Sweat trickled down Kael's brow as he worked frantically at the control panel. He yelled, "I need more time!" over the commotion. Zara called back, "We'll give you all the time you need," in a forceful voice. She dodged an assailant and struck quickly, her determination unwavering. With their overwhelming numbers, the rebels were unrelenting. The room erupted in a thunderous clamour just as it appeared like the tide would shift against them. A huge figure, wearing makeshift armour and brandishing a weapon that glowed with electricity, entered the entryway.

I made a video call to AI3 which connected immediately. "What's the situation at home?" I asked him "I released the Robots but they are so fierce and we can't control them." He reported the situation while turning the camera to show me how it was. I saw the Robots matching forward while attacking with their weapons but the monsters. "Ok well done. Try to control the situation there I and Tony would be there is no time" I assured him "Try not to kill them, they have to pay for the damages" I Reminded and hung up

The beast let out a distorted, electronic screech, its legs buckling as the short circuiting brain sent haywire commands to its motors. I didn't wait for it to die. I vaulted off the collapsing machine and drew my second blade, slicing through the throat cables of the second Hound before it could even pivot its turret mounted head. Silence returned to the ravine, punctuated only by the cooling hiss of the Hounds' engines and my own ragged breathing. I knelt beside her. "Elara?"

"When I was drowning in the struggle for power, Karen was always there. She offered me comfort and encouragement. I was grateful for that, yes. But the only one I ever loved was Sera." The moment the words left my mouth, another man burst into the room with a small package. I tore it open, finding a tiny voice recorder inside. I pressed the play button. A familiar voice filled the room, cold and calculating. "Karen's been dead for a long time. So what? Your stupid parents will only believe me. All I have to do is put on a little show, and they'll always side with me. That idiot, Macro? He's no different..." The air was sucked from my lungs. A sharp, icy dread pierced my heart.

Three years ago, at a Sotheby's auction, Damon sent me to deal with a Russian who was becoming a problem. The man's name was Leo Volkov. When I pressed a gun to his back, he didn't flinch. He just laughed quietly and slipped this phone into my hand. He’d whispered, "A beautiful bird in a golden cage always dreams of flying. When your master breaks your wings, call me. I'll give you the sky." I thought he was crazy. Now, he was my only hope. My trembling fingers typed out a message: [I'm taking your offer. Three days. Get me the hell out of New York.]

Reject the isolation he forced on me and claim our connection back. Draven turned to me, his violet eyes narrowing, sensing the shift in my stance. "Secure them," he ordered his rebels, his tone laced with triumph. A burly rebel in human form lunged at Isaak, chains whipping through the air. Isaak dodged, his claws extending as he slashed across the man's arm, drawing a line of blood that sprayed across the dirt. The rebel howled but pressed on, swinging the chain to wrap around Isaak's leg.