Legendary Mechanic Novels & Stories

Lidia's voice sounded soft, although now it felt a little creepy for Kalyana. Once again Kalyana recalled the feelings she had earlier. “Reference point has been recorded successfully. Now looking for the Horizon Event," said Lidia. Anxiously, Kalyana awaits the results of Lidia's search. She wasn't sure the time machine would find anything. It is difficult for Kalyana to think of a single Reference Point. Her feelings for Wirakrama, Nararya, and Narendra were all mixed and felt both painful and longing. "Reference point found!" said Lidia. "Ready to replay!" Kalyana gasped. Their eyes darkened, silence fell, so quiet it made her ears ring. ***

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 garage sat at the end of a dead-end alley, tucked away from prying eyes and unwanted attention. Tony Morales had been my friend since middle school, and the best mechanic I'd ever met. He could make an engine purr like a kitten or roar like a lion, depending on what you needed. More importantly, he understood the racing scene and never asked questions about why I needed certain modifications. "Paxton!" Tony called out as I walked into the garage. He was bent over my bike, a wrench in one hand and grease streaking his forearms. "Right on time, man. She's almost ready for tonight."

, ok?” He nodded again. Bella was going to have fun trying to get him to talk anyway, I chuckled to myself. I went to find Gears, who had disappeared once I got to Bella. He was down in the basement. As our resident mechanic, he was usually found down here in his makeshift garage. I met him a few years back, I was a prospect at the time. My bike broke down on the main road, I had called Tank to come and help me, but he was on a run with Wolf. I ended up walking into town, finding the nearest garage. Gears was there, said he could help me out. He drove us down to where I had left my bike, loading it on the back of his truck. He fixed my bike, buffing out the few small scratches that were on t

the attorney began solemnly, “is the key to the Callahan legacy. With it, you now hold access to everything your father left behind—his treasures, his wisdom, and the secrets only he trusted his heir to uncover. Congratulations, Elena Callahan.” The weight of the moment hit Elena like a wave. Her fingers trembled as she accepted the key, its cool metal resting against her palm. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at the tiny object that symbolized years of struggle, heartbreak, and determination. She clutched it tightly, feeling an overwhelming connection to the father she had barely known. Her voice wavered as she spoke. “Thank you. I…I’ll honor his legacy. I promise.” The room erupted i

He didn't look at me, but I could feel the cold radiating from him. ​"I have a Legacy to maintain," he whispered, so low it was almost a threat. "That Legacy doesn't include ghost stories from an island that doesn't exist on my map. If you want to keep your job on the 12th floor, I suggest you stop listening to Mateo and start focusing on your deadlines."

“He wasn’t going to talk, Lys. And even if he did, everything that came out of his mouth would have been a lie. It’s better this way.” I turned to the mechanic who stood there watching the whole scene, his eyes wide with terror and he stepped back as I pointed at the dead body. “See that?” I told him, my voice deadly cold and hard. “That's what happens to anyone who tries to screw me or my brother over.” The mechanic swallowed hard and nodded quickly, his hands shaking visibly. “I-I didn’t mean any harm, honest.” I stepped closer, towering over him. “I don’t care. You tried to set us up.”

Alexander 's POV Dressed in her signature black: leather pants tucked into combat boots, a cropped hoodie revealing the intricate tattoo of interlocking gears and thorns curling up her midriff—a nod to her mechanic father's garage back in the pack enclaves. She never bowed to anyone, not even Damian, who'd once caught her hot-wiring his vintage Triumph just to "test the wards." Instead of punishment, he'd hired her on as a junior enforcer for the university's security detail. Lena Vale didn't do deference; she did disruption.

replied Howard. "Actually it is, to them. They revere machines, the more complicated the machine the more revered the contraption is. They will do anything to maintain it and keep it in working order. They will risk their lives to prevent others from desecrating them. On another note, if you insult the Mechanicus gravely enough they turn you into servitors. Mindless automatons. A word of warning." "Noted" Both the Colonel and Commander gave each other meaningful looks as if to say: 'this will be interesting'.

You couldn’t hear me, and you stopped moving. I look down at the dagger to see the sable eye moving and blinking. ‘It’s Micah. I saw him again. He said he would always be with me by my side in spirit. I get it now!’ I say, standing with a smile. ‘Part of Micah is in this dagger. Micah wasn’t kidding when he said he had carved his eye in the dagger so he could always keep his eye on me. He said he would always be by my side! Don’t you get it? The dagger is always by my side, whether it’s tucked in my belt or sheathed in my baldric. Micah has always been with me from the moment he died, here in this very dagger. His spirit has always been with me! This is why I could hear him whisper my name a