Mech Arena Novels & Stories

“Tomorrow night at eight. Black Crown Arena. You'd better come too, or... your life won't be peaceful.” The call ended. Arka immediately called Black Garuda. “There's a job. Tomorrow night. Black Crown Arena.” “Treat it as training.” The voice on the other end immediately became excited. “Don't worry, Boss. I won't embarrass us!” Mireya smiled faintly. “It seems Mr. Arka is preparing a successor.” Keira frowned. “That underground match is dangerous. You're sending your friend to a place like that?” Arka answered casually. “He just needs a warm-up.”

Ariana almost laughed. "Those visions nearly gave me an emotional breakdown." "Still better than being eaten." "Fair point." The ancient voice returned. "The Second Trial awaits." The wolf symbol flashed. "The heirs must face strength." The door slowly opened. Darkness stretched beyond the entrance. Then silver flames ignited one by one. Revealing a massive arena. Ariana blinked. "What is that?" The arena was enormous. Ancient stone walls rose high above them. Silver symbols covered every surface. At the center stood a circular battlefield.

It turned out the spot the Legendary Source Crystal sat on was rigged, and taking it would trigger an alarm. "Darn it! Merge!" At this point, Anna didn't care about being covert anymore. She couldn't afford to be cornered. The guard mechs arrived on the scene in mere seconds. As they violently ripped open the container serving as the warehouse door, they caught sight of Anna merging with her mech. "That woman is an enemy. Kill her." The ranged mechs immediately opened fire. Anna, piloting her mech, dashed wildly. Two seconds later, she burst into the room filled with ancient Hexian antiques.

This was the Aethel-Gard Engine, a sentient world-machine the size of Neptune, its core exposed like a glowing, mechanical heart. "This isn't a game; it's an assimilation," Rhys whispered, his obsidian tablet struggling to map the sheer scale of the machine. "The arena is the planetary crust itself. The 'Ice' is a sea of liquid ferro-fluid, and the 'Players' we're facing... Elara, they aren't entities. They're Sub-Processors." The Scale of the Engine

He knew the strategy he was going to employ would not fail him! A loud horn buzzed and the lights over his head turned green, it was time. He walked out of the lobby and onto a hallway leading back to the arena. The fighting arena was a raised platform about ten feet off the ground. The floor of the arena was pure concrete slabs connected to each other, forming a perfect square measuring a hundred meters on each side. In the middle of the arena stood the announcer and an umpire. Norval headed for a flight of stars that gave him access to the arena. He scaled them slowly, his feet synchronizing with the chants of the crowd.

“I feel sick. I don't want to get up?” “Yes. Please move to the arena at this time.” The Coliaran walked away to the next unopened room. Sure enough, the other contestants were walking down the hall towards one of the larger arenas. Rainer released his stomach and joined the moving traffic next to a large rock-like and humanoid creature. It smelled like a dirty hamper but Rainer knew better than to say something. The arena was impressively large. A glass dome protected the audience, while sealing in the contestants. Dirt on the ground was rusted, and looked like it was made from crushed bits of metal.

He led me to one of the tables and gave me a clean spoon. "Try this.. it's really good." He said as he pointed at the beef stew. I slung my bag fully around my body and started taking a spoon full of the broth first. "Wow.." My eyes widened and turned to him. "Good, right?" "So good." I said and he put a piece of meat on my spoon. I took a bite and I turned to him. "Who made this?" "One of the contestants." "This is the best.. better than my mom's." I said and Leon chuckled.

The two of them promised to meet again at the workshop in the next five days. Night turned to morning, and morning turned to night. Li Wei filled the void by going to soak in the first floor arena. He fought like a wounded jungle king in the arena. All the NPCs of various classes; Magician, Assassin, Warrior, and the nine-star Archer with blue-colored weapons, were beaten to a pulp by him.

Except it felt good. “Breaking news, we just got reports that there are many people trapped inside of the game, Arcane Realm.” The news channel on the television had both Luka and me breaking away from each other to gap at the news reporter on the screen. Luka grabbed the remote and turned the volume up so we could hear what was going on clearly.

The light mech to its credit used the utmost of its maneuverability to shift its impact zone from the middle of its chest to its right shoulder. A lot of people in the audience groaned as the staff managed to dig out a clump of armor but nothing else. Ves knew they didn't just groan for no reason. One of the more macabre attractions of the arenas was that fatalities were not uncommon. If it happened once or twice, then so be it. But they happened so regularly that people recognized there was more going on. In fact, the safety measures built into each competing mech were of such an inferior standard that many suspected the owners of the arena deliberately cheaped out on them. It was a far cry