Legendary Mechanic Novels & Stories

I gave him a pleading look. He shook his head. “I’m sorry, miss. We don’t work that way.” A car screeched to a halt behind us, and I turned to check. It was the tattooed killer and his black Jeep Grand Cherokee! How had I forgotten him? Strangely, the mechanic smiled at him. “What’s up, bro?” “Just dropping by to meet Joe. Is he in?” “Yes.” They hugged, and I groaned, turning to trudge back to my car. Maybe I would look for another auto repair shop.

The Mech stumbled, its leg locking up. Jack didn't stop. He rolled forward, ignoring the agony in his hip, and grabbed the Mech's ankle with his Entropy Hand. He poured everything he had into it. Every ounce of pain, every drop of rage. Decay. The metal of the Mech's leg didn't just rust; it aged. The alloy became brittle, the molecular bonds snapping. The Mech took a step, and its leg shattered into dust. The massive machine toppled over, crashing face-first into the floor. The pilot screamed as the cockpit crumpled.

Angel just smiles at him and they walk back to the cabin in silence. Once they clear the forest again, they see Alexis and Akilina standing in front of the cabin waving. As they got closer Alexis told Akilina to go inside. She raises her rifle a little, “What are you all? Monsters yourselves?” Angel smiles, “Sort of, we are very powerful monsters. I’m a genetically altered human with the blood of more monsters than I can count running through my veins. Not to mention the thousands of spells that have been cast on me. This guy behind me was just a normal wolf until I found him.” Drake nodes at Angel, “When he found me, I was on the verge of death, and he saved me. So, I have decided to s

I said. "It'll take time to learn control, but I see what will be. You will master it." Thea's voice chimed almost like a bell. "Enough stalling, let's see this power of yours," Nathan snapped. I stood again, letting my father steady me when I swayed a little on my feet. I was a Necromancer. I was a Summoner. I could do this and I would.

An extremely beautiful woman, who introduced herself as her mother. "It remains a legend to creatures who have never witnessed you. But since I'm in front of you now, I can say that's true." Luna smiled at him sweetly, "If that's so, I want to show everyone that I'm not just a Legend "I want their eyes to see the real power of the Moon."

“No. Educate me.” I shake my head. “I think you better go back to mechanic’s school. Everyone knows what a four-eleven is.” “I never went to mechanic’s school,” he says, grabbing a tool and reaching into the engine somewhere. I can’t see where his hand is, but he’s cranking on something. The muscles of his arms bulge and ripple with the effort, making my mouth go a little dry. “How’d you learn how to do all this?” I ask, waving at the engine. “Trial and error. Rebel. Books.”

After all, enough of his lie was true that it would not be found out. The sound of a car turning up his gravel driveway did not put Elias at ease. The butler opened the front door with a deep bow as the master of the house sat in the drawing-room, drinking a cup of black tea mixed with enough laudanum to knock out an elephant. “Elias, my old friend!” a booming voice called from the doorway.

This was one of the moments Eallric wished his Peugeot 404 was with him - and not in the slothful hands of his mechanic whom Eallric could bet wasn't half done with his vehicle. Withheld anger swept through him at the thought for he was not being as mobile as he wanted because of his lazy repairman, then, sequences of memories in quick successions played in his subconscious and the source of his anger gradually shifted from his machinist to the Calgibrie Forensic Pathology Institute on Bart Row.

His mechanical eye pulsed with a rhythmic, crimson light, tracking our movements with a terrifying, stuttering precision. ​"He stopped being a boy the moment Malakai laid his hands on you in France, Leona," Julian smirked, a twisted, jagged movement of his ruined mouth. "He is the culmination of twenty years of research. He is the 'God' the Architects promised us. Do you think I care about family dinners and bloodlines? Look at me! They took my humanity and gave me a seat at the table of the gods. I’m doing the same for the Legacy."