Sonic Cyborg Novels & Stories

Kael’s voice boomed from the walls, layered and ancient. Leo didn't wait. He lunged. He didn't use lightning. He used Deletion. He slammed his small, radiant hand into Ryan’s bionic chest, aiming to erase the logic that kept the cyborg standing. But Ryan didn't flinch. He raised his carbon-fiber hand, the violet glow in his palm matching Leo’s static. BZZZT. The energy collided and neutralized. Ryan had been built to be the anti-resonance. He was the cage that had learned how to bite back.

The entire class went into an uproar. "SILENCE", shouted Jacob. The whole building could hear his voice and an eerie silence followed. Everyone in the class was holding their ears as his voice was powerful and had hurt their ears. Even though cyborgs can heal themselves through regeneration using mod energy and had certain physical traits which made them immune to a certain amount of pain, they couldn't stand the pain caused by Jacob. Ben also held on to his ears and went to a free seat behind Ricky silently. Some students stared when he moved to his seat.

Leo roared over the gunfire. Ren didn't hesitate. He swapped his pistol for the Archangel rifle in a fraction of a second. He popped up from behind the desk, acquiring the unshielded Praetorian in his smart-scope. CRACK. The hypersonic sabot round punched directly through the Praetorian's featureless white helmet. The cyborg’s head snapped backward, its internal processors instantly destroyed. It collapsed to the marble floor in a heap of sparking white armor. "One down!" Ren yelled, working the bolt.

The impact threw debris into the air, and the shockwave hit my chest like a hammer. She stood in the crater she’d made, her gaze sweeping across us with no hint of recognition, only rage. How were we supposed to knock her unconscious when she could dodge everything we threw at her? We needed to disorient her. I reached behind me and pulled out the Sonic screamer. Its sharp hum vibrated against my palms as I powered it on. I gave Quin a signal, a single nod. She raised another Dream Blaster. “On my mark,” I said, tightening my grip.

looked at Leo, its gold eye dimming, replaced by a soft, human hazel. The Soldier-Elian’s armor began to shatter, the gold plates falling away to reveal the boy beneath. The "New Mother" dissolved into a cloud of white petals. But as the silence reclaimed the throne room, the Master Throne didn't just stand empty. It shifted. The floor of the throne room split open, and a figure emerged from the very center of the Sovereign-Prime’s reactor. He wasn't a ghost. He wasn't a simulation. It was Arthur Thorne—the Grand Director. But he wasn't a man. He was a Cyborg-Colossus, his body integrated into the ship's systems, his face a giant, glowing hologram of the man who had divorced Meilin’s world.

"He’s the 'Apex-Asset.' To him, you aren't teammates. You’re the Opening-Act Opponents. And in the Sovereign League, the losers don't get a 'Game Over' screen. They get Disassembled." The Raw-Metal Match The puck dropped—a heavy, vulcanized rubber disc that had no "Source-Logic" to guide it. The Shadows moved like a machine. They weren't "Glitches"; they were elite athletes enhanced by high-end, real-world cybernetics. Zane stepped up to meet their enforcer, but without his obsidian density, the impact of the human-cyborg's shoulder sent him reeling. He hit the boards with a sickening thud, the sound of real ribs cracking echoing in the quiet moments between cheers.

Xander screamed the terror and panic he had been holding back. As if number 42 heard him, it suddenly slowed down. It's reducing it's spread, making the car behind it slow down too. Still hasn't grasped what's happening, Sonic 01 is trying to gain momentum to further nudge Azure 42 at the end of the track. At full speed, Sonic 01 drove sideways to hit Azure 42. However, to everyone's surprise. Azure 42 swiftly reversed while hitting the racer behind it. Instead of hitting Azure 42, Sonic 01 hit the edge of the track and eventually toppled down.

"What did you call those fictional creatures that were part human and part robot?" "Cyborg," Marco's voice yawned, laying with his head on Arsenio's shoulder and his eyes closed, but awake. "They're called Cyborgs," "Yes. Cyborg." Their father confirmed. "He'll be kind of like a cyborg, no?" They couldn't help but laugh at his words, all of them beyond relieved to know that Salvatore was alright.

His true body frightened me. “You need any other proof?” he asked and changed back to normal within a blink of an eye. “How...how did you do that?” I am staring at him in shock with trembling hands and legs. Now I believe he’s telling the truth. In these few days, I have been talking with a cyborg who’s don’t even belong here. One thing I can’t believe, he’s telling everything to me. I am just a girl he met for a few days. “I can glamour myself. Everyone can. My body is fully made of mechanical things. Glamour is a common thing in Cryptop. There are no scientific facts behind this glamour. Cryptop is totally different from earth.”

- Said Cyborg connecting the communication cable and watching and while passing several charts and his face contorted with disgust and repugnance. - They altered human genetics in order to create meta weapons and monsters what they called beast of war, for export to profit from countries at war. – Said Cyborg. "This is awful," Selene said. – What did this monster do? – He questioned. - He was genetically altered at the cellular level. - Said cyborg, looking around. – But it seems to have lost the ability to respond to stimuli. - He said. – And he lost consciousness, he's in an induced coma. - Said the man.