Robin X Cyborg Novels & Stories

With a roar of raw, primal power, he used the creature's own momentum and his Alpha strength to swing the entire, four-hundred-pound cyborg like a club, smashing it directly into its twin. The sound was a deafening shriek of protesting metal and shattering ceramics. The two Grey Men crashed into a pile of tangled limbs and sparking wires. For a moment, they were down. It was all the opening he needed. But he didn't charge Lorian. He charged away from him, deeper into the darkness of the tunnels, away from the sniper’s line of sight. Lorian’s calm expression faltered for a fraction of a second, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. The asset was not behaving as predicted. “Contain him

Omotola rolled under the swiping fist of a robot, clubbed at it with her wings, the electric charges from the contact sent it sailing through the air away from her towards Obiora who punched it to the ground with so much force the hall trembled, the lab have placed some flower pots along the hall from which Babybaby grew great vines that wrapped around a lone cyborg cat strangling it faster than it struggled, Orchid drew water from a nearby water tank she froze into sharp spikes that brought down nearby drones. The harsh daily drills they'd always ensured seem to come to fruition as they fought together in tandem, it was as if they knew one another's thoughts, they leapt and weaved rhythmica

That officer appeared in front of that cyborg right away and punched that cyborg in the chest. That cyborg’s face remained motionless in the face of the officer’s speedy and ferocious punch. He raised his head and looked at that officer with a hideous grin. That cyborg then raised his hand and clenched it around the officer’s neck, lifting his body high above his head. The cyborg’s eyes widened, and something that looked like lasers shot out of his eyes, burning that officer to ashes. A group of Klock’s agents knelt in a row in a quiet corner of the building a few moments later.

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.

Freya’s POV Robin set Annie down against the tunnel wall. He put his finger over his mouth to tell me not to speak before he stepped past me to face the dark. The first rogue appeared, and Robin attacked before he even knew what was happening. The rogue fell with Robin’s blade in his throat. I never knew Robin could fight like that, but it sent a shock through me, and it made sense why my father always kept him so close. “Take his armor,” Robin said, wiping the rogue’s blood on his leg.

The sound of his shift was thunder in the small space. I pressed myself against the back wall of the cave, and my legs gave out. The stone bit into my back. The heat still pulsed through me, a sick rhythm that made everything blur at the edges, and I watched the fight like it was happening underwater. Bastian's wolf was a monster. Black fur, one ear torn, shoulders thick as boulders. He caught the first rogue by the throat and threw it against the cave wall hard enough that I heard bones crack. But the second rogue was already on his flank, and the third circled toward the fire, toward me.

A wave of transparent pressure exploded from Ronald's palm, slamming into Kevin's chest and forcing him back down onto his knees in the snow. BOOM! "Kevin!" Lia screamed, intending to run toward the burly man, but Bima held her back with a firm grip. "Don't, Lia! His body... he's not a normal human anymore!" Bima warned, his eyes focused on the thin blue circuits flickering beneath the skin of Ronald's neck. Ronald was a high level cyborg, a perfect fusion of Core Prime's artificial intelligence and a human physical frame. "A clever analysis, Bima," Ronald praised, noticing Bima's stare at his neck.

Alan asked. "What's wrong with Robin? She's gonna make us lose this round," Rita asked a confused Andrew. In the Grey family's reception room, Rachael asked Christina, "Mum, is Robin alright? She seems a bit confused and is barely in control of her gaming pad." "I don't know, honey. Jack, what's wrong with your sister, dear?" Christina asked. "Robin suffers from agoraphobia. She developed it after our parents passed. You don't have to worry, she'll snap out of it. All she needs is a distraction from the noise in the arena," Jack replied.

"You are not my son. You are a monster. You don't deserve to live, you deserve to die. I won't let you do anything again. I'm going down with you, I'll warn Kevin and everyone about you. You are a betrayal." Robin paced around the room while his mother ranted. His eyes caught the syringe the doctor prescribed to be given to Annabelle. He picked it up, he looked back at her. She was trying to get out of bed. He took the syringe and stabbed her with it. "Robin... You're evil. You're not going to make it. I promise you... That." She fell on the ground. Robin sighed in relief. He took the remaining dose and poured it in her mouth. He carried her back to the bed.

In a dungeon. No. Absolutely not. I snarled again and lunged at his legs. He jumped back and raised his stick. "That is it," he said. "I am putting you down." He swung the stick at my head. I tried to dodge, but my body was too slow, too heavy. The stick connected with my shoulder and I yelped. Pain flared through my joint, sharp and hot. He raised the stick again. Then I heard footsteps. Not the guards' footsteps. These were heavier. Slower. More deliberate. Each step echoed through the dungeon like a drumbeat, steady and powerful and completely unhurried.