T-1000 Novels & Stories

He asked, shooting me a death glare. If glares could kill, I would have been dead by now. I cleared my throat. "Uhm...I...I want to change in there." I said my eyes was filled with tears. I thought he was going to sleep with me again. "Why the fuck are you hiding your assets from me? They are mine. I own everything on your body."

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

​The molten orange glare of the geothermal siphon cast long, distorted shadows across the massive cavern of Sector 00. As the monolithic black titanium cylinder fully emerged from the liquid stone, the automated cooling manifolds began to hiss, spraying high-pressure nitrogen vapor that swirled around the towering Vanguard Titan Chassis 01.

"We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would die of the wound." Liv scrubbed her hands up and down her face. "I think I need a drink." Brodi was out of his chair in an instant. "Of course, Elskling. What would you like? We have tea, juice, coffee…" "Whisky," she answered flatly. Brodi cocked a brow in surprise. "Coming right up!"

She was definitely energetic. My first lesson with Alec went great. He explained code words and units to me, focusing on letting me get a grasp of the structure and command theory. "You're smart. Very, very smart. Your intellect is no doubt higher than mine. That's why..." He trailed off, placing a square, metal box on the table. I blinked at it and then beamed. I recognised this little box. I helped create it - the tactical holo-emitter pod, model THP-500 - typically called holo-pod. A compact, self-contained projector that generates fully interactive, room-scale holographic simulations for everything from CQB drills to comms exercises. It was a joint effort between me, Helios, Khione and t

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

The crowd of Genetic Fighters all looked at Lucas and the Spirit Family. 'The Spooky Ocean of the northern area had yet to be activated, yet it's already this intense.' "Who are you?" Lucas looked at the Spirit Family before him faintly and his face put on a lazy expression. "My name's Tenth Spirit." That Spirit Family said to Lucas. Lucas smirked and his face put on a devilish smile. "Why do you even speak to me?" He looked at Tenth Spirit faintly.

I stared at him impassively as he produced a knife and a pistol. “I think we haven't introduced ourselves yet,” He stared at me, running the tip of the knife over his lower lip “Though I think you know me. Diego Gómez, does that sound familiar to you?” Oh shit. "The lack of color in your face tells me so,” He erased the smile as he approached. "I told you to stop looking for what you had not missed." "You killed your own son.” I spat the words in his face.

Martha shoots me a weird look: “No? Why do you think I give the offender opportunity to show his navel? I practice Taekwondo, girl!” I breathe in an air of relief, “Good for you.” And thank God it’s not Kent. Despite being cocky, he is, after all, telling the truth.

I'm stunned by her use of my proper extensive name and not quite sure how to answer. Tyboll, also with long hair and a decided spark in his eyes, steps around Veda and places his hand out. "Forgive my mate, she loves full titles." The she-bear playfully slaps his arm. "Please call us Tyboll and Veda and we shall call you simply Sierra," he says.