Robin X Cyborg Novels & Stories

There was a whole core process that connected to veins of technology to be able to exist inside robotic bodies. In the case of the collective Cyborg Foundation, created by artists Neil Harrison and Moon Reba’s, the term cyborg is used in its original sense. With an ecological concern, the duo suggests the creation of technologies that not only can guarantee a new sense or ability, but also to mitigate the impact of humans on the environment. In an interview, Harrison and Reba’s even suggested the following scenario: if humans could see in the dark, maybe we wouldn't need so much electrical energy and, therefore, we wouldn't cause so much damage to nature.

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?"

"Dinner will be served soon in the packhouse. You'll get to meet the rest of the pack there." "Thanks." I took the keys from her and watched as she disappeared back into the woods. I sniffed the air and when I was sure that no one else was around and watching me, I unlocked the door and went inside the cabin. It almost reminded me of the old couples' cabin that I had been in earlier. The room was simple with a queen bed against the wall and already made with a white comforter. Everything smelled clean. Warm light washed over the room from the two lanterns positioned on the cabin wall. A freestanding white tub was near the window and already filled with hot water. It was confusing as to why t

Mason noted, crossing his hands behind him. I stared at his reflection in the water. His eyes were bright. They twinkled with excitement. Here he was filled with joy, unsuspecting. I had enough time during the past week to take into account what Lyra had said. We were rogues. We were outcasts. We were the freaks who couldn't form mate bonds anymore. We married based on attraction for so long that we forgot what it felt like to feel that bond, that electricity, that magical pull that sealed your destiny with another.

He stared at me as I tore across the field like lightning, effortlessly bringing down rabbit after rabbit with clean, precise strikes to the neck. His eyes were wide, disbelieving—as if he was seeing me for the first time. Before he could process what was happening, the whistle blew. The game was over. There was no suspense in the result—I had won, decisively. I caught twice as many rabbits as Amanda. All the spectators fell silent. The world seemed frozen—no one had expected such an ending. Under their stunned gazes, I staggered toward the rest zone, every breath a struggle. My wolf, battered and spent, could barely stay on her feet.

Then they just stared at each other, as if their ability to converse had just disappeared. "Well." Robin cleared her throat. "I guess we should introduce ourselves. "Robin Hanna." She held out her hand across the table. She had one moment of panic, wondering if she should have told him her name. Then she gave a mental shrug. She'd just have to believe Jonas when he assured her the Russians had no idea where she was. "Trey DeMarcus." He took her hand and enveloped it in his warm one. "Nice to meet you, Robin Hanna. Is that Robin with an i or a y?"

- Tried Astro-Star flying towards everyone looking unable to drive to other tanks he tried to use a hose from a supply tank but was stopped by the hands - No! - shouted Cyborg. – We don't know what they did to him or what would happen if they took him out of there without being able to find out what they injected him with the air could be harmful. - He said looking at each object. - Cyborg is right - Wonder Woman said looking at each monitor - I need to connect to the system. - Said Cyborg connecting the communication cable and watching and while passing several charts and his face contorted with disgust and repugnance.

I wish he hadn't maybe instead of facing this alone I would have him to support me. "Rouge, you won't be punished for this I promise." The voice broke through my train of thought, I glanced up to see the space he had been empty. Arms were wrapped around me; I don't know when he moved beside me yet alone when he started to hold me but I doubted he held that type of power, he was to young to be a alpha and Alpha James would never listen to just any wolf. "Look at me." His hand softly grazed my chin turning my face to meet his own. "You. Will. Not. Go. Rouge." Each word made a sentence of their own, driving the importance of the words into my mind. I was so confused but something told me to lis

One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES” Fishtailing the tyres, I turned off the road into the car park. Rows of bikes lined up the chrome shining in the sunlight. Kicking down the stand and unzipping my leather jacket, Taking a deep breath I headed into the clubhouse knowing full well that the bomb I was about to drop was not going to be well received.

Robin said, wiping the rogue’s blood on his leg. “What?” Robin stripped the rogue’s armor off his body and pushed them at me. I pulled the armored vest over my head. The blood from the rogue’s throat had already soaked through the front of it. Robin covered his hand in blood and wiped it over my arms. I jerked away in disgust. “What are you doing?” I asked. Robin grabbed me by the shoulder to keep me in place. “Stay still.” He continued smearing it on my arms and on my chest.