Blade God Nano Machine Novels & Stories

“For your birthday. After that he’ll return to school.” Blade was my younger brother. A twenty year old with very little control over his powers. Unlike me, Blade did not come out as part vampire. He was part wolf, part snake. Not just any snake, mind you. My brother was a Reinio snake. A powerful specie that could easily kill as they had little or no self-control. He was also a demigod because of our father.

Unmaking a god turned out to be less like an explosion and more like a data migration. And then a mercy killing. *** Once the last human hooks were gone, the mesh felt… "thin. It's still massive. It's still terrifying. But no longer threaded through pulses and breaths and stray thoughts that weren’t mine. Just machines now. Just code. “External monitoring confirms no remaining anomalous patterns in live neural systems,” Mila’s tech said from very far away. “ICUs are clean. No stray Godmode signatures on med nets.”

“Trust me.” That word— Trust— hung between them like a blade suspended mid-fall. Kael hesitated. Then nodded. “Fine.” The creature surged forward. Rowan moved. Not toward it. Sideways. Controlled. Measured. He slammed his blade into the ground. A pulse of blue light erupted from the impact point, spreading across the stone in a geometric pattern. Symbols flared into existence—ancient, structured, precise. The floor fractured along predetermined lines, revealing a containment lattice beneath.

If I fight back, Then the Hardware-Guardian overheats and kills everyone. The Siege of the Silver God Outside, in the "Real" space of the Spire, the situation was descending into a metallic nightmare. The Hardware-Guardian that Leo had "Infected" was now a Possessed Titan. Its silver limbs were twitching with the conflict between Leo’s violet Noise and Arthur’s red Command. It was a 500-foot-tall lightning rod, discharging bolts of raw data that turned the Andean foothills into "Blue-Screens" of frozen reality.

The Chronos-Guard had been a test of time, but the next stage of the Nebula-Circuit was a test of Mass. As the Nebula-Shard decelerated, the view through the star-glass didn't reveal a stadium or a rink. It revealed a planet. Or rather, the hollowed-out remains of one. This was the Aethel-Gard Engine, a sentient world-machine the size of Neptune, its core exposed like a glowing, mechanical heart.

"If you’re truly gone, if there’s nothing left of the man who flew me through the storm, then end it. I don't want to live in a world where you’re just a machine for my mother." Nomo’s hand trembled. It was a micro-movement, a glitch in the programming that lasted no longer than a heartbeat, but Sofia saw it. The silver blade dipped a fraction of an inch. The orange light in his eyes flickered, revealing a glimpse of the warm brown depths she had spent her life searching for. "Sofia..." A single word escaped his lips, a broken, human sound that clashed with the mechanical hum of the room. "Nomo! I’m right here! Grab my hand!" Sofia screamed, but the orange light surged back with a vengeance.

he warned, wagging a warning finger. “She does not make me uncomfortable,” Nico countered. Rea got up from the couch and scrunched her face. “Nothing can ever get a reaction from him. He's that much of a robot. I bet he wouldn't even notice me if I walked around here naked, with my legs spread wide apart.” Nero cocked his head with a thoughtful look. “That's true, though.” Nico glared at his boss but said nothing in reply. Rea walked to the wine cabinet and picked out a bottle of whisky, and poured herself some.

"We have enough synthetic rations to last the squad a month." "We won't be in this tank for a month," Ren promised her. "We finish this before the baby comes." Behind them, the heavy internal blast doors hissed open. Kara and Leo hauled the heavy Aegis Server Blade onto the deck. "Okay, Gunman," Kara panted, dropping her end of the heavy server. She pulled a tangle of thick, optic cables from her bag. "I'm splicing the Ghost Server into the Behemoth's internal network. But Ren... this machine wasn't designed for manual driving. It's meant to be piloted by the Admin's AI."

After a 40 Degree Celsius dip in the bathtub— here I was standing, naked, staring at the luggage which was placed at the bottom of the closet, completely untouched. …It could only be that bastard who could bring it all the way here. Yeah, with teleportation magic. Above the magic bag, three sets of clothes were hanged. They are the Imperial Knights Academy’s uniform— my uniform. Though looking plain like a normal looking cloth-made uniform, they were actually made with Nano-machines which could withstand extremely powerful cut and tear. Even if it’s damaged, it could repair itself within a second.

Hydraulic arms engaged, preparing for ascent. Suddenly, a screech of metal grated sharply. The lift jolted violently. The remaining Eden Brain substructure triggered its final physical lock. Her aide’s face drained of color. “The surface faction has reactivated hidden air-defense nodes! Three surface-to-air missiles with micro-EMP warheads have entered ignition sequence!” “No!” the chief scientist’s eyes burned red. “Nano-cell reconstruction relies entirely on high-frequency magnetic fields. One pulse, and the patient’s vessels will turn to mush in half a second!”