Sinister Animatronics Novels & Stories

"Julian didn't just build a machine to trap me. He used the data he stole from you to create fake wolves. They've engineered these men to be completely numb to the grounding power of an Anchor." "They're zombies, Silas," I whispered, watching a fake Alpha lift a heavy steel security desk with one hand and toss it aside like cardboard. "They don't feel pain, and they don't have a soul for me to connect with. I can't ground them because there's nothing real inside them to hold onto."

Alex whispered, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Marcus pressed another button on the remote. The machine sprang to life, the dildo sliding into Alex's tight hole in a slow, deep thrust. Alex cried out, his body arching against his restraints. The machine was relentless, its rhythm steady and unforgiving. It fucked him with a mechanical precision that was both terrifying and incredibly arousing. Marcus circled him, his camera clicking, capturing every angle, every moment of Alex's degradation and pleasure. He would occasionally reach out and pinch Alex's nipples, or stroke his cock, pushing him closer to the edge, only to pull back at the last second.

My bodyguard, a hulking wolf named Brandon, stayed half a step behind me, his eyes scanning the crowd for anyone who might bump my stomach. "This mechanical unit can replicate any vocal frequency with near-perfect accuracy. Just speak a sentence, and it will echo your tone and timber back to you..." A technician was demonstrating a sleek, silver droid in the corner. I stopped dead, my breath catching in my throat. My feet moved toward the display before I could even think. "Does someone want to volunteer?" the staff member called out. Dozens of hands shot up, but I stood there, frozen. It was like a hex had been placed on my heart. I had tried to bury the horror of what happened in Mysticfal

“So the boy thinks they're safe. We’ll use that.” Marcus blinked. “What?” “Lucas is going to help me end Dominic. Whether he wants to or not. We’ll make him a weapon against his father.” Marcus gave a low whistle. “That’s dark. I like it.” “You’ll lie low,” I ordered. “Patrols will be swarming the borders by morning. We can’t afford to give off our trail now.” “I can handle—” “I said lie low.” I moved to the drawer and pulled out a parcel wrapped in worn wolfskin. The contents were ash,bloodstone and bone. A symbol older than these packs even remember.

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

Or just more ghosts? At the far end of the arena, three massive hangar doors began to open. The sound of grinding gears shook the ground. Thum-thum-thum. "Please tell me those are cleaning robots," Haley whispered. Out of the darkness stepped three giants. They stood twelve feet tall. Humanoid, but crude. They were made of brass and dark iron, driven by hissing steam pistons and humming hydraulic musculature. Their "heads" were featureless domes with single, glowing red eyes. In their hands, they dragged weapons—a massive rotary saw, a pile-driver hammer, and a flamethrower.

he muttered, "What we'd just killed, was a Corpse Puppet; the strongest of all puppets that could be animated. It is an abomination of extreme evil, being constructed by a still-living person. That very Puppet carried at least two decades of grudge in it, hence its unimaginable sturdiness." He heard astonished gasps and hushed murmurs rising from within the company now peering at him. But he was hardly surprised by their reactions; most, if not all, of the company were young elites of the present world. It was only understandable that they had not heard of such a diabolical contrivance from the mouths of their elders. "Amitabha... Very well... Never have I ever imagined that anyone could be

"Your threats are so horrifying and it is even worse which you have all of the horrible toys, and this dungeon is so stark and evil." He had cabinets of toys and a number of them have been sexual, just like the inflating ones that he cherished to stuff me with, however, they have been a thick, black color stainless-steel metallic that glistened in harsh appearance. They appeared all of the extra horrifying whilst he set his hooks and knives and eye screws and heavy clamps on another shelf. His suspension hook was intentionally something out of a horror film.

It was the silence that followed the cannon fire. ​“Cassian, look out!” Winnie cried. ​I spun just in time to see a mechanical monstrosity crashing through a glass storefront. It was a ‘Clockwork Hound’—a terrifying blend of brass gears and biological components, its eyes glowing with a red, artificial light. It lunged at me, its steel jaws snapping with enough force to crush a boulder. ​I didn’t move. I let the shadow take me.

—bone-and-iron automatons that moved with a jerky, terrifying precision. "They're targeting the twins' resonance!" Runa screamed, her daggers carving through the iron-marrow of a sentinel. In the center of the necropolis lay the Engine of Souls. It was a massive, rotating sphere of liquid-silver light—the captured spirits of our people. The sphere was held in place by four "Entropy-Anchors" made of the same starlight-iron as our Spire. "BREAK THE ANCHORS!" I roared. But as I lunged for the first anchor, Chronos-Prime appeared before me. He didn't use a blade; he used a Memory-Lance. He drove the weapon into my chest, not to kill me, but to show me the weight of the thousand years of the grav