Robot Knights Novels & Stories

But then I remembered the mascara stained tears on my face which must have given me away and I aggressively began to wipe them off even though I knew my face was only becoming more of a mess. “I asked a question and I hate repeating myself so give me an answer before I blow your brains out” he said, his voice still calm while he drilled holes through them with blazing eyes and I saw one guard swallowing in fear. It was satisfying to see them scared and I wondered just how ruthless this Mr Rover was to make them look this terrified. They still didn't say a word and obviously losing his patience, he shot straight into the knees of two of them and I screamed as their blood splattered all over t

Kemi roared from her perch on the mining rig. The two hundred scrapper rebels didn't hesitate. A ragged, disorganized volley of scrap-rifle fire and blinding white sparks from the welding torches slammed into the leading wedge of the vanguard. The copper slugs didn't punch through the thick zinc armor; they flattened against the matte-gray plates with a series of hollow *clangs*, throwing off harmless showers of yellow sparks that didn't even slow the constructs' steady, rhythmic march. The leading construct didn't even re-target its main barrels. It simply raised its massive, hydraulic-driven iron arm, preparing to deploy a high-frequency kinetic sweep that would clear the granite ledge—and

The bay doors opened as the marines take in the luscious scenery of forests, oceans, and mountains. Some of them took off their helmets as the vast scenery of Ren'veil swept the hearts of each warrior, as though they had fallen in love for the first time. One of Kent's close allies and friends aboard the Night Hawk, Clayton Carmive, is the Resident muscle of the Strike team. He often wore a Generation 4 Tactical Knight armor – Heavy Herculio. Like Rex's suit, it is also equipped with jump-kit boosters, gravity boots, and a grappling hook gun. The suit can be compared to a behemoth in terms of size due to its base design was derived from the heavy knights during Terran Age 2942 in Xheronian t

My heart racing as chaos ensues around us and that’s when the bullets start flying. I stare at Kane as he grabs my hand, looking at Loki and Finn, “HUNTERS!” he yells.

Even the lighting is very dim or dim. Each side of the room was only composed of hundreds of weapons of various sizes and various types of weapons. Most are only pistols with various series and only a few are produced in the world. There are also several handguns made by Adam that David perfected. But these weapons were not weapons that he fought in the dark world. The weapon is just a collection and combat equipment. Meanwhile, the weapons being traded were in the dungeon. If it's in the dungeon, all bodyguards can access it. They are allowed to use but with Adam's permission. But the weapons in the dungeon were not as good and sophisticated as the ones in the secret room.

He smiled, and I walked over to Slasher. I kicked him in the butt, and he turned around pissed. I smiled, and he lightened up before throwing his arm on my shoulders. "Took you long enough to get down here." I hit his arm playfully. "Hey, you're the one that sucks at giving directions." He just ruffed up my hair and turned back to the guys. "You all remember Cobra right? Cobra, this is Hash, Flame, Blade, and Twist." I held back laughter at their names. I mean, mine isn't much better but still.

It even had matching tires and similar scratches but I still didn’t want to believe that all these while I had been with a freaking monster. I just couldn’t accept it. My eyes caught a black backpack which had fallen on the ground beside the motorbike. With caution, I crouched and was about to touch it when I heard Dexter yell from above. “Don’t touch it!” He ordered. “It might be dangerous.” I didn’t listen as I really needed to know the truth, even though I knew that I would be better off without knowing it. My hands trembled as they opened it despite Dexter’s warnings.

"I come in peace and wish only a few hours to visit my friends." "Uncle Tahr, you must come and see my new machine," Ashrac immediately responds and I can't help but smile. In dragon form I'm sure my smile looks ferocious and this just causes my sharp teeth to spread further. Ashrac is a young teenager now and is fascinated with electronic devices that don't work in the dragon realms. It's the magic that keep them from doing whatever they were designed to do. Ashrac doesn't care. A few years ago, I brought him a circular robot that cleans human floors in the earth's realm. You would think it was a mountain of gold by how much he coveted the useless item.

Jessi's P.O.V. I look at the unbelievable sight in front of me and then at Wyatt. We both start laughing as we make our way into the room. Trevor and Rmina look at us with confusion as they follow us inside. "Why are you laughing?" Trevor asks. "Don't you get it? Do you see what this is?" I spin around. There are rogues, or at least they're supposed to look like rogues, in multiple stages of being constructed. Adrian apparently has been making rogue robots, which makes a lot of sense now with the trackers and how the other two burnt themselves. It's kind of scary how lifelike some of them seem. I see several that look like members of Dark Moon.

He lifts my small wounded and broken wolf form to jump onto the land and lay me down on it softly. Once assured that I was safe, he turns around to the other rogue and that's when the fight begins. 10 seconds....I just counted till 10 seconds to see the rogues fall down dead. One's neck was teared apart from his body while the other was bleeding to death. Pushing their dead bodies into the running water , Volkan clears his snout of their blood in the running stream to only turn around to approach me. I laid there, lifeless and still.