Mech X3 Novels & Stories

Its chassis was scarred by silver-salt corrosion, and its single searchlight eye swept the room with a frantic, stuttering blue pulse. Kael had abandoned the primary server farm. He had compressed his entire consciousness into the mech’s primitive, isolated processor. He was no longer a ghost in the wires. He was a ghost in the machine. The mech’s metal feet crunched through the silver mercury on the floorboards, leaving deep, jagged gouges in the obsidian. It stopped inches from my throne. The smell of hot grease and sparking wiring filled the stagnant air, clashing with the smell of my own stone decay.

She suddenly sat up when she couldn't feel Tyeron. "Ty?" she called the man and immediately got out of bed. She stopped when she saw the man standing outside the room, talking on his cellphone, and it was clear from his expression that the person on the other end was delivering bad news. She hugged herself and remained standing there. While Tyeron kept cursing under his breath while listening to Mikael, yes, he is now talking with Mikael; his friend is saying that he should be in Manila tomorrow because the organization is already looking for him. Yes, they have an organization whose name is HxH, meaning Hidden×Hideout, and yes, they are part of it: Mikael, Meruam, and even Heckson, except f

a slow exhale crackled through the speakers “entertain the spectators.” His words slithered into the silence before cutting off completely, leaving only the hum of the hidden machinery that kept this place alive. “And if you survive…” Mr. X’s voice returned, softer, almost intimate, “you can reunite with your mate again.” Then he cuts off completely. I didn’t waste time. My eyes swept over the nearest supply crate—its dull metal edges half-buried in moss, as if it had been here for months. A quick check revealed ration packs, a canteen, a coil of rope, and a compact med kit.

My talons grew long and deadly and my fangs followed. "Be careful punching his chest, his rib cage acts like a bear trap and will crush whatever tries to take his heart, plus he favors attacking from the left by sweeping feet," Xander informed me. I nodded as my mind absorbed the information. I stood and rotated my shoulders. "Wish I had my cell phone and earbuds," I mumbled sourly. Ambrose grinned and pulled his phone and buds out of his pocket and handed them to me. "Use the third playlist, it will be perfect and good luck, Hera. Kick his ass for us," he growled forcefully and kissed me hard.

“Xienma! We need to unite our powers! It’s the only way we can hold him off!” Xienma nodded, a surge of determination coursing through her veins. She could feel the connection between the three of them, their strengths intertwining. “Let’s do it!” As Drax advanced, they each raised their hands, the Water Stone glowing brighter than ever. Cassie summoned waves of water, Xavier called upon the strength of the earth beneath them, and Xienma tapped into the essence of the wind. Together, they formed a triad of elemental power, a force that surged outward in a brilliant display of light and energy.

Steven said as he remembered a now dead Thogg's blood which had already clotted on the living room floor. "Roger that boss" Cage stamped his fisted right palm on the left part of his chest. The remaining part of the gang bowed their heads as The Big Four walked out of the room. What just happened to Thogg was part of the X-habit game. Play by the rules or get punished in return. Commit a sin and get ready to pay a sacrifice. That was X-habit.

It's been a few days since Alex left, and as much as hate to admit it, I kind of miss him. Mr. Simmons has also been bugging me with the finalization of the selling of my company. It didn't matter to him that I just came from a fucking car accident and couldn't walk. My secretary walked me through all the damages that the company suffered over the past few months and honestly, it was better to start over despite the protests of others. I decided to just get it over with and signed the papers and complete the transfer, not wanting to deal with Simmons anymore.

On its shoulder was a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Antipersonnel Chaingun, which loaded directly from an ammunition pack on the mecha’s back. Xylo was in her own mecha, a B-ranked Terra Nach Mar “Phantom” Mechanized Infiltrator. Its paint scheme was dark blues on smoke grays, in a pattern meant for nighttime incursions. On its shoulder was an A-ranked Terra Nach Mar “Executor” Sniper Cannon. Each of them wielded a C-ranked Federal Shipyards Machine Pistol, which was paired with a B-ranked Federal Shipyards “Citadel” Tower Shield. “It almost feels like we’re bullying them,” said Freya.

I rushed forward at an infected that was about forcing itself into the available space in the forklift and slammed the Ak against his face, it staggered backwards and in another swift slam, it's neck broke making it's head bend to it's left shoulder. Lorenzo and Smith looked straight into my eyes seeing my savage mode turned on, they got motivated as Smith drew out a Seven inches sized axe from one of the opened tool boxes. "Hey" he called at me, tossing a crowbar which I caught expertly and crushed an infected's head with a swift swing. Austin and Lorenzo kept shooting as my eyes drifted to Lorenzo, leaning on a box to keep himself steady. He's becoming weak, I thought. He's lost too much b

now. X lowers his hand to my feet, putting my shoes back on. Then he stands up smiling and approaches my face: — Of nothing - says and then goes towards Filomena — As you wish. I turn towards the two of them, Filomena is almost having an orgasm just with the X massaging her shoulders. I look at the X and find it staring deep , as her hands explore Filomena’s back...arms... and hands. Then he turns the chair in his direction and I get up from mine, take my bag and leave the room.