Robot Demons Novels & Stories

Gently rubbing his forehead, Elijah sighed and said, "You don't have to tell me that. I know very well if she is wrong, and would never shield her." There was a look of satisfaction on Carl's face. Then he looked down at the ring with an imperceptible nervousness and worry in his eyes. Bestial robots had explosive strength. They may be several times to dozens of times more powerful than robots of the same class but with different characteristics depending on the beast's traits chosen. They were just not sure what beast Merry had chosen. Vera had stopped quarreling with Olivia under the stage. She looked up at the ring with consternation in her eyes.

The special magnetic devices on the floor were their source of power. Using that power source, the killer robots could attack him without limit. To destroy them, the first thing he had to do was to destroy their power source. Seeing that the Dragon's Safehaven was not going to last much longer, Wilbur clenched his right fist, gathering black energy. Then, he bent down and punched the floor. With a loud slam, the huge force rippled through the tiles, spreading black energy all around. All the robots tripped to the floor because of the ripple of energy. Under the force of the power of destruction, they fell into pieces.

"There must be another way! We can fight the ship! We can find another battery!" "There is no time!" Maya pointed at the ceiling. The sound of drilling echoed through the building. The moon ship was sending down "Cleaners”. Spider robots made to kill all living things. One of the spiders dropped from a vent. Its eyes were glowing. Benson swung his pipe. He crushed the spider robot against the floor.. Three more appeared in the shadows. "Do it Benson!" Maya screamed. She ran to the chair, in the center of the room. It was a throne made of wires and needles. She sat down.

Not anymore. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The descent into the AI fortress was silent but suffocating. Every corridor hummed with buried power. Every wall was etched with programming glyphs – fractal designs that twisted under their flashlight beams. The air felt too clean, too controlled as if the place were still thinking. Victor’s voice returned over comms once they hit the core chamber. “You made it,” he said. Damien’s jaw clenched. “You could’ve told us about the death robots.” “They weren’t programmed to kill you,” Victor replied. “Only to test Elena. If she’d failed, they would’ve… incinerated the island

“Derek retracted. Said it was a mistake. Not you. Security footage—deepfake, he claims. Take the week to recover from marriage problems. Resume Monday. Paid.” Layla laughed—wet, free, loud. “Things falling into place” she said, voice light. Blake grinned, wiping solder from his hands. “One more gift” he said. They stepped outside—gravel crunching, cricket song loud. THUD. A crate hit the porch. The lid creaked open. A second robot—taller, sleeker, silver chassis, blue eyes glowing, muscles defined under silicone skin. Madison laughed. “Since you love robots” she said, “we brought an extra. Keep you and Big Daddy busy.”

Security bots, relics of his father’s paranoia, programmed to protect Vault Zero at any cost. Justina gripped his hand tighter. “Carson… we can’t fight all of them.” “We don’t have to.” His eyes flared with determination. “We outsmart them. Just like we’ve outsmarted everything else.” Carson moved with lethal precision, guiding Justina through a maze of shadows and hidden switches. Panels slid aside, corridors opened, and paths shifted. The bots followed, but every move they made was anticipated. The chamber itself became an ally, responding to Carson’s knowledge of its secret systems.

Crackers, maybe? Heart pounding, I peeled the velvet back. Underneath: a few chunks of hardtack and half a protein bar. I froze. Stared at the girl on the bed, still playing dead. She was faking. But why? What was she trying to pull? Did Ms. Deinert know? I looked at her perfect, peaceful face—and felt pure horror. She wasn't some helpless victim. She was a monster.

She nodded, moving fluidly to position. Bram checked his rifle. “I don’t see any drones. Shouldn’t there be drones? Why aren’t there drones?” A mechanical clank answered him. “Oh no,” he whispered. “There they are.” The walls split open. Spider-like constructs unfolded from the stone—sleek, white, surgical, too many limbs and too few weaknesses. Ciro hissed, “Medical chassis. Repurposed. They used to assist in robotic surgeries.” “Now they’re here to carve us,” Bram said, raising his weapon.

"You’re right. Building from scratch takes hours. So, how the hell do two robots appear less than a minute apart?" "It’s not possible. It’s not science." My gaze locked on the two machines in front of me, eyes gleaming, the thrill of revelation running through me like lightning. I wheeled the spider bot beneath the gravity hammer. My finger hovered over the button, my voice a low whisper. "I’ve found your flaw."

Their jaws were a mess of interlocking metal teeth, wired with exposed cables that sparked when they snapped. Their “eyes” were single, red lenses in the center of their heads. As one, the lenses tilted up toward us. “Oh,” I breathed. “Of course we get robo‑Cerberus.” “Company,” Grant said grimly. “Don’t stand still.” The first wave hit the base of the overpass, metal claws scraping concrete as they scrambled up the broken incline. Corvin stepped forward.