Mecha Beast Slugterra Novels & Stories

The Terra Hella knights exclaimed in fright. The ground continued to quake. We began squatting on the ground to prevent from falling. "The beast must have been awakened!" another Terra Hella knight shouted. The quake stopped. We looked at one another, moments later we are leaping into any direction just to escape something that strikes us from everywhere. It has a charcoal-colored surface and looks like an octopus tentacle. "Uh," one Terra Hella knight cried out when a sharp point of the tentacle stabbed between his ribcage and penetrated his back. Blood gushed out of his body and mouth.

But the auctioneer looked confident. Waving his hammer, he licked his lips, grinning fawningly to the mysterious guests sitting at the front with masks and shoved the cage. “Stand!” He commanded. The girl trembled at his shout before she managed to calm herself and moved slowly from the floor. “QUICK!” The slave finally stood up, with her eyes looking down to her feet. She tried very hard to cover her private area with her small hands. She looked thin and fragile, like a porcelain vase easily to be damaged.

“Ahead of this road is the Dark Woods. Reach the end of this dangerous forest and climb to the mountain arena ahead.” Another group of knights came to each warrior and handed a brown sling bag with one strap. Arth opened it to look, only to find an empty jar container inside. “Your main goal is to hunt and slay as many beasts as possible,” Tera continued. “When you kill beasts, collect their cores and store it on your jars. And let me remind you, encountering beasts is your challenge, but encountering your fellow competitors—is your battle. If you’re weak, obviously you’ll die.”

At least I remembered my pants this time. I open the saddle bag again and pull out Earth electronics that I stole while in their realm. There are cell phones and laptops in the bag, and I dump them on the table. Dragons love shiny objects. I kind of let fellow dragons down by staying away from gold and silver but these Earth machines are my gold. I pick one up along with the tools I need. Excitement rolls through me as I begin tearing apart the first phone. It's time to save the world.

Around her, dozens of creatures moved. Undead. But not like the slow, rotting corpses from before. These were fast. Agile. Some still bore the armor of ancient warriors, their eyes empty sockets glowing blue. Others were stitched together from different bodies, their limbs jerky and unnatural. A few had wings—not feathered, but leathery, batlike, flapping in sync with Terra's breath. "Well, well," Terra said with a mocking pout. "You made it quite far, Emma." Emma stepped forward, shoulders squared. Her voice was steady. "This ends tonight," She said. "So give me all you got."

Ves coughed awkwardly and shamelessly answered, "I was involved in its creation, yes. Lucky is unique and isn't for sale, but if you're interested in my other creations, how about you take a look at my Phantasm?" As groups of squealing girls tried to pet and take pictures with Lucky, Ves allowed them to do so as long as they behaved. The cat seemed to lap up all of the attention, as if he was making up for the times when Ves appeared too preoccupied with his work to play with his pet. Nonetheless, the steady stream of girls allowed Ves to conveniently insert a few mentions of his products. "Be sure to search for the Fantasia 2R Phantasm when you visit the in-game market! It's the perfect mec

That was a problem they would inevitably face next. Kate's charming face grew serious, and she explained, “According to Grandpa, it's divided into three parts—mechanisms, beast trials, and human trials!” Mechanisms were easy to understand. Andrius had seen and experienced many over the years. However, what were beast and human trials? Then, he asked, “Tell me about the beast and human trials.” Kate nodded and began to explain, “The beast trial is actually a rare spirit turtle raised by the Turtle Sage called Baser. According to legends, Baser has been alive for thousands of years and possesses formidable strength far beyond ordinary beings.”

I wanted them to be afraid. ​"NOW!" I roared. ​Down in the streets, a dozen explosions went off at once. The rebels had planted thermite charges on the perimeter fences. Smoke and fire filled the air, and the sirens began to wail. ​The guards at the base of the Spire scrambled to respond. Two "Beast-Slayer" drones—giant, spider-like machines with red laser eyes—crawled down the side of the Government House, their metal legs clanging on the stone.

he pointed to the first, “is a Skathryn. Fast. Agile. Goes for joints and arteries. You don’t kill it with brute force, you blind it. Take the eyes first. Then the throat.” He moved to the second, casually circling it. “This ugly motherfucker is a Drathos Beast. Scaled and resistant to most blades. But it’s slow. Stupid. There’s a gland beneath the tail joint. Hit it with fire or lightning, it’ll detonate. Boom. Pretty colors.”

"Boss, swarm drones self-check complete, thirty-five external enemy firepower points marked. Enhanced explosive payloads mounted and ready." Meanwhile, in the third-floor war room. Raina propped her long legs up on a chair, holding a heavy sniper rifle, its chamber loaded with a specialized round — a Slumber Serum warhead. At her feet, an RPG launcher and enhanced howitzer shells sat fully loaded and ready. Raina's voice was cold as ice, "Searching for the Level 6 rig..." At the rear of the vehicle, Vera, dressed in her loose lab coat, gripped the old, weathered Terra Staff tightly.