Robot Demons Novels & Stories

But my solo experiments had taken a dark turn, leaving me craving more, needing more. That’s when I discovered Sibomin, an ancient alien machine programmed for one purpose: to bring pleasure. Sibomin was no ordinary sexbot; it was a being of pure sensation, its form shifting and adapting to maximize my pleasure. And Sibomin was also non-binary, its gender fluid and ever-changing, just like its physical form.

I hadn’t even noticed it before. It looked nothing like the estate. It looked like a fortress. There was no visible door, no button, no keypad. Just a tall, humanoid robot sentinel, built into the stone wall like it had grown there. It blinked awake as we approached, mechanical eyes scanning both of us. “What is the passcode?” it asked, voice calm and male. Declan stepped forward, without hesitation. “The Dominions rule,” he answered. The robot paused, then nodded. A soft click sounded—then a hiss.

an upbeat tune sprang from a nearby armory, a service bot’s eyes shone as bright as the sun directing the two towards the ammo dump. “Hello Tommy” groaned Frank, the drone was obnoxious. “What should I set you up with sir? Let me guess, Fusion cutters? Lightning guns? How about a .75 cal puncher gun?” “Just scan what I have Tommy!” Frank reacted, the bot having some modicum of emotions programmed into its being attempted a sad look, as it loaded the arbiter with the necessary load out.

Link shouted angrily. "Blake. I need Blake," my voice came out as a hoarse whisper. "Let her go or I will make you regret it," I heard Link's words and I knew he wasn't messing around now. But I could feel the pain consuming me and I was fighting against a demon I was never going to beat.

The bidding ended and a bot was wheeled out, murmurs and gasps sounding to the crowd. "This here is our revolution. This will put a stop to the menace called vampires. We will take back our city." The crowd cheered, quieting as the man continued, " The bot 54 is able to understand voice commands and perform human tasks, like wielding a gun and basic combats. Though limited for the moment, possession of the bots is like having your soldier to do your bidding and with it we can prove to them that we're not lackeys. We will take this city right from under their nose." The crowd hooted and cheered and I gaped at Vanir, who was eerily calm, in horror.

Finding a free table in the crowded place he sat down with Howard and Goradin for a beer. "You can say what you want of these guys, but they do know how to brew a beer" Howard remarked. "Well, I haven't tasted one in months so I wouldn't know Mark. They could serve me lemonade and sell it for beer and I would never know." Price replied with a grin. The three of them just sat back and enjoyed their well-earned refreshments. While halfway through his drink Price let his eyes go across the many pictured decorations pinned to the wall. He let his eyes rest on a black and white depiction of a soldier looking at the horizon. Over the horizon emerging towering humanoid robots carrying massive canno

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

His red eyes on his dark face looked truly intimidating. The most eye-catching aspect of his appearance was his horns that extended out from the back of his neck. Not just one, but 3 curvy horns extending out in a sequential height ranging from 1 cm to 5 cm. His lip was much thinner. He stood straight on two legs as he looked quite similar to a human being, except for some aspects. The moment Creed spotted those horns, he gulped a mouthful of saliva. He now understood why these rescue bots hesitating to come closer to the building. The bots were built to recognize ill-intent and hostility. There was a lot of hostility emanating out of him.

the doctor went on. Emmet couldn’t prevent the full body flinch that went through him. He gulped and swallowed nothing down his dry throat and felt like throwing up at the possibility of having those tiny things in his blood. “What if they went bad and tried to kill us?” Emmet asked. “Then you would probably be dead already. There are only so many ways with Jasper’s kind of bots: activation once distance limits have been breached which is unlikely because it is more expensive; no binding with substrates will release toxins, though those are out of date and you want these to last longer; preprogramed death days though those are still expensive; and so many other things.”

Miranda frowned when she noticed the DE label printed on the box. It had clearly come from one of DE’s engineering teams. Mia clapped excitedly, tugging on Miranda’s sleeve. “Mom, open it. I want to see what it is.” Miranda and Mrs. Young carried the box inside and started unpacking it. Inside was a robot a little over a meter tall, painted pink, with a human-shaped head. It looked like a companion robot designed for children.