Avatar Mech Suits Novels & Stories

To them, he was the Apex. Flanking him were the three 'Black Reapers'—the newly retrofitted, black-and-gold Vanguard mechs, their Star-forged Cores pulsing with blinding cyan plasma. "Jack," Sebastian looked up at the massive Defender mech. "Are the shock-absorbers online?" "Online and humming, Boss," Jack’s voice crackled through the external speakers, the heavy rotary cannon spinning up with a lethal whine. "Though a drop from this altitude is going to strip the paint."

​The specialized stealth suits felt like a second skin of dense, matte-black weave, engineered to absorb both thermal radiation and local radar frequencies. In the dim light of the bunker's lower armory, Vivian pulled the primary locking straps tight across her chest, her blue eyes reflecting the cold green luminescence of the tactical interface.

Nathan stared at Ethan in confusion. "A tech suit is not just a piece of fabric, Is made for battle. By me. Anyways. Is still under creation, but what it can do now is not prevent our feathers from springing, once we get out feathers out, do you see the soft tissue in the middle of your back, it tears and a hole is created enough to have our wings fully out and moving. Then it absorbs our emotion and create it in pure energy. I still have to add camouflage to it, and light, and many other stuffs." Ethan explained. Nathan just stare at him not blinking a second.

He decided to camp on the peak of a rock mountain and wait for others to arrive. While Creed was waiting, a group of 67 people were closing in on the direction of Murky Valley that was just next to the Rock Valley but at a comparatively lower altitude. Some of them were on foot but many of them were on their mounts. All of them were holding weapons as well as shields. Some of them were even wearing armors. Rather than the hunting party, the huge Crowd was looking more like soldiers of the medieval army. These armors and weapons they had were all Glitch's Soul-Armas. Except for their medieval appearance these Soul Armas were in no way inferior that human customized battle suits. In fact, the

They also don't look like those creatures that attack me at the police station. These creatures were human. It's funny why I had to call them humans right? They are dressed in fancy suits, and most of them seem young. There were few ladies, while the rest were men. Mostly young men. Their sword seems sharp just by looking at him, and I'm a hundred and one percent certain that if the tip of their sword should touch me, then I'm dead meat. On their beautiful faces lies some blood on the side of their mouth. 'Could it be that they are vampires?' I questioned myself, but couldn't come up with the right answer.

"My father got this on my 18th birthday. Champions are different from the first-generation Mobile Armor. They're the true combat Mobile Armors. They were with the Turmann family for countless years. Those Mobile Armors created after Champions were just some soulless broken pieces. They were tall. But they can only be controlled remotely. Humans can't enter those Mobile Armors. Thus, synesthesia systems don't exist for those Mobile Armors. They're just a bunch of meaningless machines."

Everyone had separate desks with equipment for creating cyborg mods. Everyone went and sat in their seats. The four took seats next to each other. The teacher was a beautiful woman and was wearing a tech suit and welding goggles on her head, on her hands she wore silver gloves made up of mechons, they were nanites which form up any type of wearables and can be controlled with our mind,mechons are very useful in fixing and making tech, they are powered using mod energy and are extra tech attached to our bodies and they can be removed, they are extremely costly and not easily available. The teacher looked at everyone and spoke out in a beautiful voice,

[As the cool night sky continues its song of silence a warrior with a large metal pipe on their back and what appeared to be a liquid metal body suit is seen wandering further towards the city lights. After a moment they tap a small diamond-lined box no bigger than a fanny pack, at the back of their waist, and a spark followed by what appears to be several fusion reactions. The pipe on their back begins to separate into hundreds of smaller pipes that create the vague framework of what looks like a one-person hover drone, the black coloring from the body suit as if reacting to the metal begins to attach to the frames of the pipes creating ligaments and joints and now revealing a light grey bo

We reached the edge of the impact crater just as the pod’s silver hatches hissed open. A figure stepped out of the steam. I froze. The figure wasn't a mechanical sentry. It was wearing a suit of matte-black armor that seemed to absorb the light. The helmet was a featureless visor of violet glass. But it was the way the figure moved—a fluid, predatory grace—that made my breath catch. Halloway raised her rifle. "Identify yourself, 'Player.' Or I start subtracting health points." The figure touched the side of its helmet. With a hiss of depressurization, the visor retracted.

“Guardians, please, come with me.” As they stand, Amir grabs my mate’s hand. I’m just about to step in, when she handles the situation, Guardian style. “I warned you not to touch me again, Amir,” she says and I watch her wolf push forward. Amir screams as he is turned to dust. My father’s eyes go wide as he sees his second in command disintegrated in front of him. The entire room goes silent around us. “Yes father. You would be wise to remember that they are called the Guardians of the Realm for a reason.” I snarl at him. “Ladies, please, come with me.”