Legendary Mechanic Novels & Stories

“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.”

CHAPTER 14 Madam Roselyn smiled back “ So tell me, how were you able to know so much about this car? You know it's a new model and was released just a few weeks ago.. Only a mechanic specialized in such cars can repair it. How come you were able to repair so quickly with ease? Are you a mechanic? ” Madam Roselyn asked Ryan Ryan shook his head in the negative. “ Well, I'm not a mechanic. But I'm learning to he one ” Ryan replied

"Oh, absolutely! This suit has secret powers, I'm convinced. It gives me superhuman strength and lightning-fast reflexes!" The shopkeeper nodded, winking playfully. "That's the spirit! The legends say it's been crafted by ancient sorcerers with a touch of magic. But hey, I won't take all the credit. It's your heroic skills that truly saved the day." Keagan grinned, appreciating the shopkeeper's banter. "Well, it's not every day I get to defeat a villain. I couldn't have done it without my amazing squadmates, though. They had my back!"

was like a phantom limb—invisible, but still capable of a cold, throbbing ache. Dominic Thorne sat in the high-backed leather chair of his study at the Thorne Estate. He was no longer looking at financial monitors or encrypted neural feeds. He was looking at a physical object: a rusted, iron key he had found in the sub-basement of the Exchange. It was a "Mechanical-Relic," a piece of the city’s 19th-century plumbing, yet it vibrated with a dissonant "Gray-Frequency."

"If your father authorized this, why betray your own blood for me?" "Because loyalty to a lie isn't loyalty at all. It's a cage." He reached out, his hand hovering before his calloused thumb grazed my jawline. The touch was light, but it felt like a brand of fire on my skin. It was a mechanic's hand rough, strong, and steady. "And because I've watched you race, Mia. You don't just have his skills; you have his fire. You're the only one fast enough to help me burn this corruption to the ground."

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

“The only person I know who could do that is…” Rex’s face flashed in my mind, and my chest tightened. “Who are you? Really?” Lucian tilted his head, the smirk returning. “Oh, sorry for not doing proper introductions,” he said, his tone mockingly polite. “I’m Lucian, former leader of the Eighth Tribe.” He said it with pride, his chest straightening slightly. “I’m a Magyc , Aqua and Terra, to be exact. Though I can tap into other cores if I focus.”

Gideon demanded, holding the screaming man firm against the metal door. "His ex-girlfriend! Vivienne Sterling!" the mechanic blurted out desperately. "She was sitting in the car with him when he gave me the money! She provided the daily work schedule of the groundskeeper so I would know when the truck was parked here! That is all I know! I swear on my life!" Gideon kept his icy gaze fixed on the trembling man for three heavy seconds. Then, he tossed the mechanic onto the hard floor like a bag of trash. The man collapsed, coughing violently and clutching his bruised throat.

No wonder they were not interested in me for a while now. It was because they had their own agenda that they were sure would yield a good result. "Its such a shame that the brakes ceased when you needed it." Alicia replied in a sorrowful voice. If I didn't know what they were capable of, I would have also believed them. "Did it claim her leg?"Belinda mocked. Damien pinned them with a hard gaze, before carrying me, bridal style upstairs. "What did the mechanic say?" I asked, immediately we entered into his room.

"He’s suggesting we kill the god and leave the city to the mortals. Are you in, or is the old CEO still worried about his legacy?" Lucien let out a dry, humorless laugh, pacing back toward the center of the damp, cavernous space. "My legacy was a spreadsheet that liquidated ten thousand lives to save a quarter of profit. I think I’m done with legacies, Arthur. I’m interested in results." "Then we move," Arthur said, standing up and pulling Kael to his feet. "Kael, can you walk?" Kael pushed off the wall, stumbling slightly before finding his center. "I can walk. But I’ll need you to keep the interface steady. If the connection wobbles, the feedback will snap back to me."