Robot Knights Novels & Stories

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.

“3,000 Dragon Knights welcome Young Lord’s return!” “3,000 Dragon Knights welcome Young Lord’s return!” “3,000 Dragon Knights welcome Young Lord’s return!” Domineering, passionate! The heavily armored Dragon Knights impacted everyone’s worldview! Too hot-blooded! A man’s blood should be shed on the battlefield! The Dragon Knights that had never appeared in the real world combined ancient style and futuristic technology in one. The sight was shocking to the senses! Their roars swept across the sky like a stormy sea! All the people watching in the dark were filled with horror when they saw this scene!

There was also a red light bar on the eye part of the helmet that gave the suit its futuristic RoboCop similarities. “You have a vector high energy machine gun that emerges from the suit’s left arm. You also have a tectonic laser sword that retracts out of the right arm of the suit. It’s kind of like a Star Wars lightsaber.” Irena giggled while trying to explain most of the suit’s features to Mark. Princess Death Row could see how Mark wasn’t fascinated by the suit he was about to put on, but she didn’t care.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

But strangely, this one didn’t feel like the same kind of threat. “Let go of me,” she said, although it came out as a whisper. The man’s breathing had changed, become erratic, like controlled chaos. Something about her had cut through the haze clouding his mind. Roman Knight had locked himself in this room minutes earlier. He had recognized the drug almost immediately, laughing at the mere foolishness of it. Firstly, that a mere drug could ever leave him a slave to his body, and secondly, that they were dead come morning. But the unnatural heat in his blood, and the fog in his mind that this person occupied told a different story.

Not just that the Pterolycus was also a creature of the 4 seasons (Summer, Winter, Autumn, and Spring) and 4 elements (Water, Earth, Fire, and Air) and could possess multiple abilities regarding these seasons and elements. So, this was the truth they had been hiding all these years. He wanted to find out what Maverick’s ability was, but his mind was diverted back to Liara. On the other side, Brandon was shocked to see that robots joined the war. The robots were built by Colton But instead of fighting against the vampires, they were fighting with them to defeat everyone who was on Liara’s team. He couldn’t understand how this was possible. Nor he had enough time to understand this. No one in

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.

Down on the rain-slicked flagstones, Rhys was moving through a relentless, high-intensity kinetic calibration routine. He was bare-chested, the **Apex Core** gleaming like living starlight over his heart. Across the yard, four heavy automated sparring chassis—titanium-plated combat drones loaded with high-density kinetic hammers—surrounded him in an aggressive kill-box pattern. "Quadrant three, engage!" Torin shouted from the lower control panel. Two drones lunged simultaneously, their mechanical limbs blurring into a fury of lethal strikes.

Ron came with the drinks, two bottles alone since the four won't go about drinking a bottle each. A/N Drop a review, readers. Um... I hope your day went well. Over here it's night so goodnight lovely readers. Hopefully, I will finish the next chapter and publish it quick. After the near lunch, the four drove to the sanctuary. Kyle drove them with his car while Mia texted Todd and told him to puck her bike from the college. RAVEN'S ABODE Scorpion blade. Kyle marveled at the bold writing on the top of the big building and spacious land. It was nothing near to a church, more like a fancy refugee camp but wilder. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.