Mech X3 Novels & Stories

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.

The sound of a nearby creek trickled through the forest, and the smell of wood smoke hung in the air. Emiliana wore a simple blue tank top, white shorts, and a pair of Jordan sneakers, ready for a summer of outdoor adventure. As she made her way toward the check-in desk, she felt a familiar presence. She turned her head and saw him. Him? Wait, him?! She looked at the figure approaching her with surprise all over her face. Jace stood tall and confident, with a charming smile on his face. He wore a black fitted t-shirt that showed off his toned biceps, a pair of red athletic shorts, and a rugged backpack slung over his shoulder.

He seemed to be both stronger and faster than one would expect a normal human to be. I came around and looked under the hood with him. I’m not a mechanic, but I can change my own oil and spark plugs, routine stuff. I know what a car is supposed to look like under the hood. What I saw under the hood of that car was in no way normal. Mr. X was working on it, though. He had removed his hospital smock and was using it to protect one of his hands from touching hot things apparently. Probably sensing my curiosity, Mr. X began describing what I was seeing. “This is a liquid fluoride thorium reactor, Dr….Carl. It goes for years without refueling. I would love to show you more, but there just isn’t t

The characters within began to twitch and shift, their eyes opening with a spooky, blue glow. "Get ready for battle!" Maya yelled while lifting her weapon. The initial bio-mechanical soldier emerged from its tank with stiff movements that soon transitioned into smoother actions. It released a robotic snarl and charged towards them. Xander pulled the trigger, his bullets landing on the creature's torso with minimal effect on its speed. "Target the areas where the bones meet!" "They have strong armor!" More soldiers emerged in the room, causing chaos as they attacked with precise ruthlessness. Xander battled alongside Maya and Alexei, their joint efforts barely holding back the tide.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

I don't deserve it. Chuck didn't come crawling when he hit rock bottom. And now that he was on the mend, he wasn't gonna start. Someone called from outside. "Chuck, come fix this one. We've got an order!" The big-shot CEO was now a grease-stained mechanic. That's life. And Poppy? Ella's loudest cheerleader—the one who tried to guilt me into forgiving—her own family got wrecked by Ella. Just days ago, the two of them were brawling in a mall.

Their safety. Safety was a myth. A game of trust that one liked playing, and yet, knew that they couldn’t afford losing. I learned that the moment my mother’s blood soaked the wooden floor of our childhood home. I learned that the moment I felt her powers surge through my veins like it was a pulse knowing where to go. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking. Xavier Blackthorn. He was everything Lorenzo hated and everything Annalise wanted. Which made him dangerous.

"She is safe. Real technology. Real cure. Not X's lies. But Eva—to keep her safe, to stop the other two X identities, to end this war permanently—you need to understand something. Project Blackstone did not create one weapon. It created three. And they have been fighting for control for forty years while you thought it was one enemy. It is not. It is three. And one of them just switched sides." "Who are you?" I whispered. "I am X-Three. The conscience the program tried to erase. The humanity that survived. The part of X that wants to stop what I helped create." He extended his hand. "And I am offering alliance. Help me destroy X-One and X-Two. Help me end Project Blackstone. Help me save my

A gasp of satisfaction left his lips when finally everything was inside his body, his head was leaning back and his hands were fists on the chest of the older. I wait a few minutes until his sphinx got used to having him inside and then began to move on his own over the eldest member. His movements were slow trying to better fit the new invasion and the help that Nathan gave him to hold his hips so he did not do all the work alone was enough to go faster and faster. Groans of pure pleasure escaped his lips as the seconds passed, the small layer of sweat on both did not wait, the short hair of Luke clung to his forehead every time he jumped. His blue eyes were closed looking for a way to open

“Xanthakos, the Divine Retribution is coming!” Suddenly, James’ chuckles echoed through the trembling void. Xanthakos looked up in horror and clenched his fists. “James, drop the act. I have the Triple Nothingness Martial Technique. No matter how much you try, you can’t do anything to me…” Before he could finish, a huge Xwem Chessboard appeared beneath him, expanding rapidly. At the same time, a scroll filled with various runes wrapped around the expanding Xwem Chessboard at a terrifying speed.