Mech X4 Novels & Stories

Lucas grinned like a child. "It's the fastest mech the world has ever seen," he declared. "If the Exodus is the dark horse of mechs, the Xiezhi is the king. The Prototype is faster overall, but the Xiezhi can hit insane speeds for a few seconds at a time, letting it move in the blink of an eye!" Lucas slapped the bunk, rattling the twin beds. "Imagine marching up to Axion Industries in a Korean mech. With the speed that thing has, we could end the war in hours!"

he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and a tech’s inherent wariness. I produced the watch from my pocket and slid it across the counter. “Do you know anything about these things?” His eyes flicked down to the device, then immediately drifted back up to my cleavage. “Yeah. XBand series 4. What do you want?” “Can you reprogram it?” I leaned forward slightly, lowering my voice. “Can you, um… make it so it… doesn’t follow its protocol?” A slow, understanding smirk spread across his face. He looked me up and down again, the appraisal blatant. It was obvious he liked what he saw. “Sure thing.”

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Jaxon shouted, his Varg teeth showing as the silver points of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid started to make a hissing sound against his burning fur trying to turn his flame into smoke. "Warning: variable showing non-standard heat " the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid said. Before the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid could use a power to stop Jaxons flame a silver flash cut through the air. Ryker jumped down from the ceiling like a hawk. His two short blades, heavy with weights did not hit the marble plates. Ryker drove them into the exposed silver joints of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grids shoulder. The great weight of his shadow-anchors pulled the side of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid

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

Four mechas demolished the walls of the bar as they rushed in. Screams filled the bar as everyone ran out. At this time, Leopard pointed a gun at Philip and said, “Boy, didn’t you enjoy beating me just now? You can take on two mechas by yourself, right? Let’s see if you can take on four!” As soon as Leopard said that, gun barrels appeared on all four mechas. Seeing this scene, Iris' face changed dramatically. Philip said to Iris, “If these four mechas were sold for money, can they pay for your bar?”

The more I tried to be strong as his cold eyes rested on me, the more my courage eloped slowly. I peered into his eyes and the darkness in them sent shivers all over me. I shouldn't be afraid of him when my father is also one of the most powerful and I also got my wolf powers, but then, I knew better than to stand in his way. Xander isn't a mere werewolf like every other person. He has three combinations of powers in him. No one would be able to defeat him. "I asked you a question, and you remained silent." He growled, raising his brow as he stepped down from the desk, turning fully toward me.

The heavy metal doors of the subterranean server room slid open with a soft, clinical hiss. Xavier stepped through, his breathing still ragged, his chest rising and falling in a heavy, labored rhythm under his damp black shirt. He still carried the raw, dangerous physical energy of the fight in the Sector 4 substation, his knuckles slightly bruised and his adrenaline pumping like a runaway train.

Sebastian shouted, reloading his revolver. "No technology is unstoppable," Jackson assessed the situation calmly, even as chunks of concrete were blown off his cover by the relentless gunfire. "Alex, bring up the schematics for the suit! Now!" "I'm looking! I'm looking!" Alex typed frantically. "It's a Vex-Mk4 Prototype. It has a flaw! The power core on the back. It relies on air intake. If the vents are blocked, the reactor overheats!" "The vents on the back," Jackson repeated. "Understood."