Robin Cyborg Novels & Stories

With any luck, it would land in a spot that would slow him down enough to give her an opportunity to unhobble her horse and race away. Luck was on her side as the blade struck the cyborg in the center of his neck. The sounds of his gasping for air as he tugged at the thick steel to remove it spurred her into action. Her head whirled from left to right in search of his companions while she rushed to her horse. Olga had successfully kept them isolated and protected from much of the harshness of the world while living in that cave, so she knew even less about cyborgs than she did zombies. She’d heard it mentioned in conversations between Olga and Rex -who were both far worldlier than she was-

For years, Robbin had been a machine—precise, tireless, merciless—fueled by the unresolved trauma of that Sunday afternoon. Every expansion, every calculated betrayal of the Old Guard, every sleepless night hunched over data had been driven by a single instinct: never be powerless again. But somewhere along the way, she had made a choice. A quiet one. A dangerous one. She chose to stay human. And in a world ruled by men who had long ago amputated their consciences in exchange for permanence, that choice was the ultimate act of rebellion. Robbin refused to become like them.

"Tell them I'll call back within the hour. I need to finish here first." The boy nodded once, sharply, and backed out of the room. The door clicked shut behind him. Robin turned back to me, expression hardened. "You still haven't answered my question. Who are you really?" I kept my face neutral. "Just an omega who knows how to survive." "No omega takes out twenty rogues alone," Robin said flatly. "Not even the strongest fighters in my pack could do that without casualties." "Maybe your pack isn't as strong as you think."

"In my world, he is a Shadow Knight. He bound his soul to mine." "Mine is an Enforcer," Mafia Vespera said. "Takes a bullet without blinking." "Mine is a Cyborg," Cyberpunk Vespera added. "Titanium chassis. Heavy artillery." They all looked at Cyprian. "It seems," Modern Vespera said, raising her glass, "that in every universe, we have excellent taste." "To the Wolf," Vesper toasted. "To the Wolf," they echoed. Cyprian hid his face in his hands. "I need more scotch."

Absolutely spectacular. But under his full back of ink, are scars. "This one was the first prototype." He points to the scar on his shoulder. "The second prototype." His side and he continues listing off about ten different spots the chips had been implanted. "Then by the last two ones, I started reacting badly. Something about too much Lead and chemicals in my blood." "You're a cyborg at this point." I laugh. "Ryder has two implants as well. Aside the wolf presence, flower, you are as strong and fast as Ryder." He tells me. My jaw drops.

“My God, what happened to you? I'm sure you're not crying because you remember your parents this time.” Poppy only responded to Rafael with a louder sob. Rafael then led her while holding her hand, searching for a quiet spot to talk. “Cry if you can't hold back your sadness. I will always be there for you.” *** Meanwhile, the atmosphere in Robin's place is becoming increasingly hot... “I will kill you if you try to play with me!” Robin massaged his painful left arm. The woman chuckled, showing no fear of Robin. She wouldn't be this brave in front of a man who is known to be cold and cruel if Dante Luciano hadn't supported her. She also knows that Robin, Dante's successor, runs a large busine

CHAPTER 4 TAYLOR “Your name is Taylor Anya Fitzroy and you're an orphan. You lost your parents in an accident at fifteen and your grandpa died after you graduated from high school. You're twenty two years old, you lived in an apartment which was close to where you formerly worked as a barista at a Cafe and your boyfriend… Well, now your ex-boyfriend is Malcolm Doe.” Mr Rover listed every single information about myself while he sat before me in the mansion's living room but all I could think about was the amount of blood I just witnessed out there when he shot those bodyguards in their knees and hands.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Robin smiled and pulled me along with him as Ryan chuckled behind as I struggled, but Robin gripped my hands tightly and it hurt more so I gave up struggling. They wouldn't kill me, would they? No, they won't, the school was too big… "Whatever you are thinking, it is the opposite," Robin whispered in my ears and I looked up to his dark eyes. When did Robin become this evil and what was his plan now?

The Alpha King looked down at the chrome-armored cyborg, his hands resting casually in the pockets of his trench coat. "Move, Rogue," the Synthetic Disciple ordered, raising his pulse-cannon to point directly at Caleb’s chest. "Or be formatted." Caleb sighed, a low, rumbling sound that carried a terrifying promise of extreme violence. He didn't even bother looking at the cannon. He looked back at Scarlett, who was already walking past him toward the terrified girl. "Hey, Queen," Caleb called out lazily, completely ignoring the deadly weapon aimed at his heart. "Can I break his toys?"