Mech X3 Novels & Stories

On the day my adoptive father, Claude Bolton, is buried, my biological parents, along with the fake heiress, Gwen Walton, force their way into the funeral hall to pressure me into signing a statement of forgiveness. They say Gwen is about to be recommended for graduate school, so she can't afford to have a disciplinary record for driving a mechanic to his death. My biological mother, Lorna Pollard, holds my hand and cries. "Claude is already dead. Don't ruin Gwen too." My biological father, Joseph Walton, presses the pen into my palm. "The dead shouldn't stand in the way of the living." Gwen kneels in front of the casket, crying pitifully. "Ada, I'm sorry. I didn't know Mr. Bolton wou

She thought Choir was too easily distracted. The energy beasts on the 15th to 30th floor were mostly gold ranks with a few diamond grades sprinkled in. There were even a few of them Xasha had never seen before. He wished he could stop and study every one of them, but time was running short. His new combat technique showed its dominance as he and Megan glided on their mana disks, leaving only afterimages and corpses behind. This was his Storm Caller's debut, even though he built it 3 years ago he had never used it to kill anything.

Or rather, one decided to stay in the other’s room for the night. “How’s your breathing?” Mordecai asked his ward. “Better.” Xander grins. “I told you, I’m feeling fine, the air here is so much fresher than the Capital’s and the exercise is doing me good!” “But your blood pressure is a bit high, and your temperature...”

She yelled at him. Xavier lost words because of what she said. It's not that he is afraid of her but he finds it amusing. Every woman he encountered he never sees such natural, innocent, and pure as this girl in front of him. They spent 30 minutes on the road before they reach the most luxurious place in the heart of Mover City in Country Z. Raina, can't help but admire this Medieval-themed Mansion. Who would have thought that a commoner people like her will one day step into their doors? Everyone's dream, right? Trees and lights along the way are the most catching things in this place. Plants that at first sight cost a fortune. When we reach the guard house the gate automatically opened for

He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground “Three days from now a metal vein will appear at this spot, weapons forged from it will be capable of killing them.” He added with a smile, he then pointed the finger at Amelia and another drop of god-blood flew from it and landed on her forehead before assimilating into her body and then her soul. Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body.

With a rapid succession of punches, machine oil spilled from Number Three's form as his flaws were exposed and exploited. "Oooh!" Number Three contorted under the onslaught, emitting black smoke as his internal components sustained severe damage. Despite the horde of cyborgs, none could intervene. They were too feeble to impede Alexander's onslaught and were relegated to mere spectators.

She looked up just as Jack’s desert-camo mech tore through the dust storm, traveling at top speed. He didn't shoot. He used the mech itself as a weapon. Jack performed a high-speed body check, slamming his ten-foot armored frame directly into the psychic construct Xanthe was using. KRA-KOOM. The impact shattered Xanthe’s concentration and her sand prison. The psychic shockwave threw the Priestess backward across the glass. She landed gracefully, but her eyes were filled with rage. "You crude metal beast!" Xanthe shrieked. She raised her hands, pulling tons of sand from the air, shaping it into a massive, shimmering lance.

He growled, and the sound vibrated as it hummed from his throat. “Stop playing Xerxes, you know my name is Meadow.” The she-wolf stepped up to him and nudged him with her snout. He smelt of pine cones and cherries. The wolf was caught off guard as the she-wolf licked the side of his face. “I am not Xerxes,” the wolf groaned. Meadow was confused. “What should I call you then?” Meadow purred, thinking that her mate likes role-playing. “I am Alazar,” he rumbled proudly.

I patted his back and settled down next to him. Xan is a portable hacking machine. You request someone's location or their secret wealth they've hidden and kept under different names in the bank and he'll get them to you within five seconds. He just needs a laptop. "I'm creating some new hacking softwares which I'll sell you for billions." "I have purchased enough from you. I don't think I'd need anything new for now." "You'll regret your words once it's ready, asshole." "We'll see." I said and watched him type with the fierceness that one shows on piano keys. His fingers were literally dancing on the keyboard without causing a mistake. "Where are others?"