Beast Machines Vehicons Novels & Stories

She was standing in the gunner’s hatch of a heavy scav-crawler right behind the motorcycle vanguard, her plasma rifle coated in the residual, glowing Origin-Code from the Neon Rain. I looked into my right mirror. Pacing the convoy through the dense, glowing blue brush were massive shadows. Origin-Beasts. But these weren't the rhino-sized wolves we had fought when we rescued the Code-Born. These were something worse. They looked like prehistoric big cats, but their bodies were entirely composed of jagged, shifting crystalline muscle that refracted the ambient blue light of the forest. They were incredibly fast, their multi-jointed legs eating up the uneven terrain without breaking a sweat.

The beast mechs varied in size. The large ones were about twenty meters tall, while the small ones were only ten meters tall. Each one had distinct features. For example, some had horns on their heads, others had long arms and legs, and some had long fangs even in mech form. "Don't worry about it. Just kill them." Victor knew what beast mechs were, but he didn't have time to explain it to Windfall. The combat powers of these beast mechs were not weak. They were at least third-evolution mechs.

But what Jake had delivered was annihilation. A crushing, one-sided annihilation. And his opponents hadn't been some ragtag rabble. That had been the Wolf Pack's main force, equipped with heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, and man-portable thermobaric bombs, backed by a Level 6 vehicle with autopilot and a full missile system. A Level 6 vehicle. Across the entire Zombie Wasteland of Zone C-996, among the more than three hundred thousand surviving players, only ten such vehicles were known to exist. Each one was a guild's crown jewel, an invincible totem.

He looked over his shoulder and smirked. “My dear mate, did you take me for one of those gutter-wolves who disturbs the peace with a scarred muffler? This machine has a silencer. I have no desire to be a nuisance to the territory.” The Vyrus actually belonged to Lucas Grant—it was a racing predator designed for the elite. My face flushed hot as I inched backward, tightening my cloak to hide my racing heart.

“ They pulled Dorin off the chair and dragged him to the other side of the table. Vincent took a deep breath. Slowly, he let it out as he felt the presence of a wormhole beginning to open right in front of them. “Be ready.” He hissed at Mar and Johan. Mar took one of the iron chairs. She snapped off one of its rear legs that connected to the backrest with such force, that the 2 boys stared at her. “I like to improvise,” she told them as she stood in wait, holding on to the piece of steel like a saber. The hole appeared in thin air. So did four images all in black. They were dark-skinned and yellow-eyed, with hair of the same darkness. They quickly assumed formation, one to the right, one to

The machines sniffed around, following the scent until they walked in on something. No… Someone. A lycan, ten feet above the ground. Its teeth bared as it took a protective stance before a bonker. The machines’ eyes glowered, angry at the mighty creature. “Awolllllllll!!!!” The machines roared but the huge lycan remained quiet yet poised to fight. Without missing a beat, the machines attacked all at once, aiming at the huge Lycan. ___ The mayors watched the trail of the machines, gladdened at how they safely guided them to the location.

The store owner said, taking the Life Cell from Natasha and giving it a look, confirming it was nearly drained of power. "Can I also get help with this?" Natasha asked, showing the store owner her damaged alarm beeper. "Sure! We got a ton o' those right over there," the store owner pointed to one end, "lemme go get you a new one and maybe you can pick out another beeper for yourself!" "Okay, thanks," Natasha nodded and moved towards the section filled with alarm clocks, watches and beepers. She found the beeper she was looking for, next to a set of watches—hologram watches. Natasha recalled Carter had one of those back at the lab as she took out one. It resembled any other ordinary digital w

The sky above Novus, once a battlefield of violet beams and obsidian rings, was now filled with a hauntingly familiar silhouette. The "Mimic-Fleet" did not emerge from the void with alien hums; it arrived with the rhythmic, terrifying thump-hiss of a thousand replicated Great Engines. The Curators had used the data-harvest from the Sovereignty-Virus to 3D-print an armada of bronze-wood ships, each one a grotesque, oversized caricature of the Aethel-Dawn.

"If I go down, I’m taking your 'Mother of Alphas' title with me. I want you to look into their eyes and see nothing but static!" ​The Machine’s Logic ​The automaton stepped through the smoke of the blown-out doorway. It was a terrifying fusion of the Vane-Security-Model-9 and the distorted consciousness of Alpha Vane. Its chest plate was translucent, revealing a miniature obsidian shard pulsing with a sickly amber light. The digital projection of Alpha’s face on its visor was flickering, his features stretching and warping like melting wax.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.