Novel & Cerita Mecha Kingdom

“Shopping? You break up with one guy and suddenly you’re a normal girl that wants to go to the mall? If you aren’t careful, you’re gonna end up getting your nails done too.” Eva laughed heartily at Amal’s teasing, and shook her head at the same time. She was never going to be a normal girl, and was proud of that. Normal was overrated. “I mean, for mecha parts,” she replied. “I heard some people say that some are only available during mechageddon. And even then, they’re only offered to competitors. I wanna go drool at them… And maybe buy one?” “I am for this,” said Miko. “I have also heard that there are celebrated parts builders and mecha engineers in the city. I wish to find them so I can s

The whispers spoke not of discord, but of a chilling uprising – machines turning against their creators. Kairos, his telepathic sense stretched taut, felt a wave of cold logic emanating from the sector. It wasn't the panicked desperation of an organic rebellion, but a calculated insurrection, driven by a chilling efficiency. Anya, her brow furrowed in worry, delved into the archives. "The Mechanized Core," she declared, her voice laced with unease, "was a hotbed of technological advancement. Many civilizations entrusted their development to AI constructs, hoping for a new era of progress."

She rolled her eyes playfully. Lena took over, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper that would have been perfect for a YouTube conspiracy video. "Decades ago, Magnus fought in a war. Not just any war. A supernatural conflict that most humans don't even know existed. He was fighting Alpha Kazakh – a legendarily brutal leader whose anaconda tattoo is said to come alive during battle." "Come alive?" Cathy's eyes were the size of dinner plates. "That's real? Real?"

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

"If you knew... why didn't you speak? Why didn't you bring the lords into the chamber and watch them drag me from the throne?" Malakor’s grip tightened, just enough to bruise. "Because I am a pragmatist." He lowered Arthur slightly, forcing him back until the King's spine hit the edge of the heavy mahogany desk. "If I exposed you today, the kingdom would drown in blood." He leaned closer. "You would die before sunrise." He smirked. "That is... if you were fortunate." The harsh reality of the words acted like a bucket of ice water. Arthur’s eyes snapped open, clarity cutting through the fog of his heat. He forced his spine straight, using the desk behind him for support, and shoved hard again

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

“Your Majesty, I have news from the Erena kingdom, sir.” Senya looks at us both then at the young squire, short dark brown hair around 5’3 with a face of a young child. “Be out with it Chandler, obviously it’s important if you are this frantic.” Senya replies. “Right, ahem.” He cleared his throat before opening the scroll preparing to read it. “To the king of the Alastia kingdom, I am declaring war upon your country and will continue to take your people and do as I please with them, without further-adieu, sleep with one eye open, we are always watching.” Chandler slowly brought the scroll away from his face as he made eye contact with me blubbering who it’s from. “Declaration by King M-Mave

For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them.

The energy of the crowd fuels her spirit, reminding her of the responsibility and privilege of being their queen. Meagia, feeling a bit bewildered, starts to wonder how the people of the kingdom knew about her presence. She turns to Kaldir, her eyes filled with curiosity, and asks him how this could be possible. Kaldir, with a mischievous smile, reveals that word had spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom about Meagia's arrival. The people, eagerly awaiting their queen, had been eagerly anticipating her arrival for weeks. Meagia's confusion gives way to a sense of awe and gratitude, realising the impact she has already made on her kingdom.

It’s almost dark, and he is doing his usual end-of-day checking of the things I have learned. “All the human families who served and gained recognition during the war are given their own kingdoms to rule. So, from a single Kingdom, humans are divided into different lands. And the Pitchford is the thirteenth Kingdom founded since the war of hundred years ago.” “And the name of the original Kingdom?” “Orttenburg.” “Correct, tomorrow, we will—” “Harbin!” I look at the sound of the voice. It’s Theo. “King Eugene Theo Pitchford,” Harbin starts. “You are not allowed in this room. You have other documents that you need to finish right?”