Robot Knights Novels & Stories

"Yeah well, we're nothing special. They won't give a fuck about us." Trent was right. No one cared for the two of them, except for Alpha. He wondered if the Lunar council would judge them for coming into such a holy place reeking of blood. The blood of rogues. It was frowned upon by the Lunar council to kill rogues yet everyone still did so... Especially Alpha Khan. "Come on boys. We have to get going." A deep, loud voice echoed throughout the house. Boys. They would always be boys. Even though both men were close to their thirtieth year on this earth. Well, at least that was what Sai would always see them as...

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

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.

He didn’t even look over. Bryan dodged another beam, his hair getting singed. “YOU DUMBASS, WE’RE GOING TO DIE IF THIS CONTINUES!” Classy was trying to get closer to the robot, but its targeting system was tracking all movement. “WHAT THE… ITS ARMOR IS TOO DENSE!” “It’s made of reinforced titanium alloy,” I called out, my voice amplified. “Do you really think the amateur-stage X-02 would be that simple?” Bryan groaned, rolling behind a concrete barrier that was part of the training course. “AMATEUR? YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”

“Who the hell are you, and where is Hank?! - in parallel, she tried to call him on his mobile, but the robot stubbornly repeated that the subscriber's device was unavailable or disabled. “Oh, no need for nerves, little Miss Slut… I told you Hank can't talk. It's hard to speak when your mouth is gagged and taped shut. Yes, you probably remember, don't you? She perspired instantly, the way one perspires when she steps out of an air-conditioned room into the heat of a hot summer street. She broke out in a nasty cold sweat and her knees became cottony ... but these are the reactions of the body. And the mind was already rushing about in search of salvation, at a speed inaccessible to computers,

He even doesn’t try to fight back, he just dodges every single blow they send. Kartika, Herman, and Varz who are kept busy with those Chorobot almost reach their limit. They have a feeling that those robots are getting stronger as they defeat them one by one. By looking at Alfi, Koji, and Rian who look like beasts is enough to make them worry about the trio. With such an opponent, they seem to understand why Alfi decided to use the full power of Pukan.

The seat in the middle was wrapped up in layers of steel, soon forming a closed metal enclosure. The robot then kneeled on one knee, the azure screen on the extremely proportioned head flashing as it looked at Nicole and effortlessly blocked Vera's attack. The data on the big screen was garbled for a moment, then stuck at zero. People from the Turmann family were stunned to see the transformation. Many of them had only heard of Dodge Tomahawk as the Turmann family's killer weapon. But it was also the most mysterious weapon that few people had actually seen. It was said to be the top first-generation robot that had unfathomably high combat strength. But no one knew how a motorcycle could figh

But I could handle and deal with this later…while she’s still alive. “Mikhail.” That was all I said, and it was enough. My robot appeared without a word, his eyes on me as he used his high titanium properties to power the door, and get it permanently shut…the only thing that would open it would be a retinal scan from me now.

They were using **Thermal Cannons**. "They’re trying to melt through!" Leo shouted. He was standing on a pile of rubble, looking through his cracked spectacles. "Kaima, that wall isn't going to hold. Those vehicles... they aren't just cars. They’re 'Reality Anchors.'" I looked up, squinting through the dust. Through the gaps in the steel, I saw the soldiers. They wore white, sterile armor that looked like it belonged in an operating room. They didn't move like people; they moved with a terrifying, synchronized precision.

The SWAT captain who was a burly man added as both teams made their way into the building. The SWAT officers who wore helmets on full combat gear, with M16 rifles were the first to enter the building, while the DEA agents who only had bulletproof vests on, with their standard issued pistols followed closely behind the tactical team. The ground floor comprised of a large space, which could serve as a hall, was so quiet that Bryan could hear the sound of a leaking faucet, dripping water in one of the apartments on the upper floor. Bryan suddenly felt his hopes diminishing as they made for the stairs.