Mecha Godzilla Novels & Stories

"Regiment Five, look out below!" It took a moment to realize that Harlow was addressing me. Seconds later a massive mech touched down only a few meters in front of me, feet making sparks upon impact with the ground. Easily twice the size of my Regiment and bristling with weapons, the sheer size of the mech-aptly known as a 'Goliath'-was awe-inspiring. Originally constructed out of old bomber parts, the Goliath's rounded body and conical cockpit still resembled the plane it had taken its namesake from. A weapons array jutted out of the mech's side like a wing, perpendicular to the body-this particular Goliath carried a massive rocket launcher and two railguns. The Goliath's tan paint job and

Cesar was startled upon hearing this and pondered with a frown. Indeed, as Jonas mentioned, this thing might be a mecha, or this situation would not be happening. However, no one had heard of a pseudo holy tier mecha on this continent! How could someone explain this? Cesar frowned and looked at Jonas in great bewilderment. “If it's a mecha lifeform, who created it?” Jonas was silent for a moment before he said, “Do you know how a holy being can reach the holy tier? And what’s the opportunity that everyone’s talking about?”

And in the center of the chaos, the surviving Synthetic Gods were desperately trying to save their core. They weren't humanoid anymore. Driven by the panic of the First Weaver's virus, the remaining twelve Jade-Chrome elders had initiated an emergency fusion protocol. Their mechanical bodies were tearing apart and melting together, absorbing thousands of captured, screaming data-souls from the server racks to form a colossal, horrifying monstrosity. It was a giant, multi-armed mechanical Buddha made entirely of jagged chrome, glowing red optical sensors, and writhing, exposed synthetic Qi-meridians.

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.

The California Coastline. Santa Monica Beach. Zero Hour. The sky looked as if it were bleeding. Before the wall of one hundred pitch-black Aegis mechs, the ancient behemoth—infinitely more massive than a skyscraper—suddenly ceased all its apocalyptic movements. Its heaven-piercing tentacles, capable of tearing tectonic plates apart, dropped limply, crashing into the boiling ocean and kicking up monstrous waves. "Commander? Harper?" Jack called out frantically over the comms. His heavy mech even took a hesitant step forward, but all he received was suffocating static.

When that purple sun in the sky was no longer a star but had transformed into a gigantic mechanical eye watching over the entire solar system, a strange shiver ran through my chest as thousands of mechanical humans resembling Lucas rose from the ocean and knelt before me. There was no familiar warmth in their eyes—only the burning fire of war. They were Lucas’s ‘backup army,’ created beneath the surface of Mars over the past ten years for a final battle.

Seeing the notification on his phone, Victor heaved a sigh of relief, finally releasing some of the complicated emotions he had been holding in since his rebirth. "Seven days until the machine invasion. Time's a bit tight." Leaving the loan shark company, Victor checked the time on his phone and hailed a taxi to the nearest heavy-duty truck dealership. The machine invasion brought the mechanical civilization. Everyone can transform their vehicles into mecha. Mecha come in all shapes and sizes: bicycles, motorcycles, tricycles, sedans, sports cars. Anything that is a vehicle can become a mecha. Victor lived until the tenth year of the mechanical apocalypse. He had a rough start because he did

As the only human in this society, it was pretty obvious that the only thing you could do with all your time was study, while others tried to manifest their inner beast or wait patiently for their awakening or practice drills or combat lessons. Atarah studied as much as could, she read about werewolves, vampires, witches and other supernatural creatures but she was always interested in humans. They populated a large portion of the planet and they built civilization, they had mysterious technical machines called technology, things like a car which could reach top speeds on the roads and planes, which soar high in skies like a bird and huge surfing objects on the seas called ships. Their socie

This stage-three martial god sovereign super monster had finally been summoned! Chase felt that overwhelming pressure and retreated several thousand feet with the others before stopping. He could now see the monster's appearance clearly. It looked somewhat like Godzilla. Barry's expression grew grave as he said with obvious dejection, "This is one of the Zago race's beasts, Titanzilla. Though it's a stage-three martial god sovereign, it has no intelligence and isn't considered a living being or cultivator." "No intelligence?" Chase was puzzled. "Wouldn't that make it easier to deal with?"

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”