Fantasy Mechanic Novels & Stories

"That's the plan. We protect our own, we shut out the noise, and we move as one unit. If we can keep T-Zone in the rearview mirror tomorrow, we're halfway to the finals." Coal leaned over the table, his finger tracing the line of the Buriram circuit. The room was filled with a renewed sense of purpose. We were strategizing, calculating, and preparing for war on wheels. For a few minutes, the scandal, the royal pressures, and the toxicity of the comment section seemed to fade into the background. We were just racers. Then, the door to the lounge burst open. Matt, our head mechanic, came rushing in. He was breathless, his face flushed, and he was clutching a tablet in his hand. He looked like

Not in a 'wizard' way, but a swordsman way. there are 2 kinds of magic user. The first one is a wizard where you can attack even if you don't have a weapon. Just your magic. The second is 'Infuser' where you have to infuse you weapons with mana to strengthen it and make it more powerful. Just like if you have a sword, dagger or even a spear But even if you have enough Mana in your body, you have to make a contract with a spirit to be able to use it. And i was told by daddy that he was able to form a contract with the light and dark spirits

One hit and it was done. "My lady! Are you alright?" "No." She stares wide eye at her teacher. "How did you just do that?" "Oh, I used body enhancement and strengthening support on my body before I hit it. It's the most common magic spells used for any fighter. It toughens up the body and enhances your ability to be able to stand the same grounds towards beasts like those." "Beast? That's a beast? I thought it was a monster. You know, those things that I keep hearing about."

Through these achievements, he clawed his way up the ladder, eventually becoming Mekra’s unofficial monarch. Rituals are costly for mortals, for they take away limbs or organs, and mortals cannot regenerate them like we can. So in Mekra, we built new mechanized body parts to replace those claimed by magic. I took no part in it; I wanted my body to remain as it was. But the city had plans for me, as it does for all of its soldiers.

The cooldown period reduces as the user grows stronger. Path: Spiritualist Description: As a Spiritual King, your power is now at a level above that of most. Chaos begs to do your bidding and seeks your approval. You are now capable of casting an innumerable number of Low Level Leases and several more Mid-Level Leases. With Chaos at your right hand and destruction at your left, you now have the power to command 25 High Level Leases, and 7 King Level Leases. NB: With the aid of a Chaotic Staff, a few of these King Leases could be stored to prevent a lengthy activation period. Chaos has longed for you for so long. It has missed its prodigal son. And to show its love, it blesses you with two, n

He looked at his hand before he looked up to stare at me. "You'll be fine, I suppose." I smiled at him. "Oh my God! No!" He suddenly cried out. "I won't." He whined. "You won't fall, I promise huh?" I smiled. "But this..." "You'll do just fine." I cut him off. "Look! You're standing up right without any issues." I told him and he stared at his feet. "You'll be fine." I mentioned and went off to stand beside Morgana. I noticed Morgana was using her fire powers so I decided to activate my whirlwind strength. It was something I recently discovered I had.

"Specialization?" Jake repeated the word softly. He'd seen the Big Four guilds recruiting players with awakened Specializations in the chat. But what exactly was it? Bella pulled up her system panel and displayed it for Jake to see. [Name: Bella Aniston] [Specialization: Mechanics (Tier 1)] [Ability Description: Innate affinity for mechanical structures—a born mechanic. Greatly increases efficiency in vehicle repair, modification, and scrapping.] "Mechanics Specialization?"

On the day my adoptive father, Claude Bolton, is buried, my biological parents, along with the fake heiress, Gwen Walton, force their way into the funeral hall to pressure me into signing a statement of forgiveness. They say Gwen is about to be recommended for graduate school, so she can't afford to have a disciplinary record for driving a mechanic to his death. My biological mother, Lorna Pollard, holds my hand and cries. "Claude is already dead. Don't ruin Gwen too." My biological father, Joseph Walton, presses the pen into my palm. "The dead shouldn't stand in the way of the living." Gwen kneels in front of the casket, crying pitifully. "Ada, I'm sorry. I didn't know Mr. Bolton wou

Now tell me what do you want] "Just a few skill. 1st Appraisall. 2nd Creation Magic but i can only create non living thing. 3rd Elemental Magic. 4th Auto Dismantle only work when i touch a dead body except human and lastly an Inventory." Hearing the thing i want her eyes bulged up, she was shocked by my choosen skill. She then said. [Those skill.. It can't be counted as cheat you know?[ I think it depend how we use it. So do you approve it" [Ok then, i approve. Sign up] With a smile i then sign the contract. And then there a light engulfing me. [Contract of Reincarnation. By the name of me, Goddess that govern life and death. I approve thy:

Malakor whispered, standing beside Lyra. Jace shifted. The process was no longer a fluid, moon-lit transformation. It was a jagged, mechanical horror. As his bones changed, the brass arm hissed, expanding and locking into place. The wolf that emerged was lopsided—half fur and muscle, half steam-driven engine. He lunged at a practice dummy, his mechanical claws shredding solid oak with a force no natural wolf could ever hope to achieve. "He’s stronger than he was with the magic," Malakor noted, tapping his ledger. "And he doesn't need a moon to tell him when to be powerful. He only needs a shovel-full of coal."