Robot Knights Novels & Stories

“What the fuck?” The two large, thick metal doors at the back of the truck were designed to keep all types of supernaturals inside. Only two sets of keys could open the doors and they were held by the processing team to avoid any attempts of theft. So, it came as a surprise to the guards and agents surrounding the truck to see the doors crumpled inwards and the surrounding body of the truck bent out of shape. It was as if something extremely heavy or something extremely strong had hit the back of the truck and caused the doors to buckle but not actually break open.

“You and I will fight like warriors. If you win, I'll tell you my goal. And if you lose, your life will be mine.” Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could k

Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.

Even if he could not accomplish his objective, he should at least bring those he brought alongside him back home safely. As he contemplated how to make his escape, he could vaguely hear the sound of cogwheels coming from somewhere. Then, the iron door before him opened, and stone figures armed with swords charged in. Meanwhile, in the other room… Ezekiel said smilingly, “These stone figures were specially created to defeat powerful martial artists.” Lucjan looked at the eighteen stone figures through the monitor screen. He was puzzled, ‘How did these stone figures move?’ As if sensing the confusion in Lucjan’s mind, Ezekiel said while smiling, “They are created through the combination of anc

he whispered. For a moment Temi did not but stare, then she jerked her arm away. “Alright.” The two approached the dealer again. “We'll take two hundred and fifty. Final” Elijah tried to contain his scowl with a smile. The dealer grunted and whistled. A small robot using a small bottle cork for head, tyres for legs and rubber-like arms sped in. With a closer look to its chest, Elijah could see its motors running. It sputtered and coughed occasionally, leaving a puff of smoke, but seemed to function well.

Jumping down the kitchen aisle, I put the tools I'd borrowed from the guard earlier and head out of the kitchen to go directly to his room, avoiding stepping on the glass pieces spread over the floor. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I take the stairs and push the door open of his room, revealing the broken furniture and the dark-colored scheme of his room, which has me pull open the door by the doorknob all the way to step inside, and air knocks on my lung when my eyes find him sitting on the floor, pressing the barrel of his gun below his throat! "Oh, my god! Lincoln! No!" I shriek in horror. He looks startled at my scream, and his eyes snap at me; it scares me how dark and gloomy his eye

When it was 5 in the evening Arnold signaled his trusted Assistant Roasty. He had designed the robot in such a way that it couldn’t be controlled by the others and it responded to the commands given only by him. If someone else tried to control Roasty it would shut down instantly. “Roasty, You have to keep a watch on, screen number five. You should be able to see me at all times. In case you see me in danger deploy Squadron Spice ( A team of robots that have varying capabilities just like spices) to rescue me. Is that clear.”

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

I whispered and pointed to the edge of the canyon. There, half buried in the dust, there was an old reconnaissance robot. He wasn't from Titan, like the drones in Ouroboros. He was made of simple, rusty steel. And he glowed not. He was destroyed. But the hole in his chassis looked like it was from have been blown to the outside. “Something got out of these machines,” Kael said, and his Face darkened. “Theta does not answer because there are no more bunkers AI. There.

They didn't have wheels; they rode on localized anti-gravity repulsors that scorched the glowing blue moss beneath them, leaving a trail of dead, smoking black ash in their wake. The riders were clad in the same pristine white armor as Captain Reyes, but their faces were hidden behind featureless, golden visors. And in their right hands, they didn't hold rifles. They held Plasma Lancesnine-foot poles of collapsible durasteel tipped with a crackling, superheated blade of yellow plasma. They were high-tech knights arriving for a slaughter. "They’re using the trees to funnel us!" Captain Reyes yelled over Tank's shoulder. "Their repulsors give them the high ground! We can't outrun them in the m