Mecha Knight Novels & Stories

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

It only takes him a few seconds to land, his feet hits the concrete road beneath him with enough force to crack it. Fala is currently fighting with a knight just up ahead. Seeing that she has sustained injuries he tells her to regroup with Jolon and escape. As Fala retreats, Anubis looks at the knight's massive seven-foot-tall frame. Completely covered in plate armor holding a massive shield and a sword, it's clear that this thing is not human.

Through these achievements, he clawed his way up the ladder, eventually becoming Mekra’s unofficial monarch. Rituals are costly for mortals, for they take away limbs or organs, and mortals cannot regenerate them like we can. So in Mekra, we built new mechanized body parts to replace those claimed by magic. I took no part in it; I wanted my body to remain as it was. But the city had plans for me, as it does for all of its soldiers.

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Mekhi knocked them both down, another sword formed in his other hand as he sliced Ken in his stomach causing him to fall back, giving Mekhi enough space to attack the Enchantress, head-butting her first and then swiping her with the sword. Dean appeared to stop Mekhi to protect his master. The guns came out and shot, but it only made Mekhi more upset, so Dean created a surgical type knife to attack Mekhi head on. He only smirked moving so fast that no one saw him swipe. Dean’s head fell off as the Enchantress looked horrified. A tear falling don her face for her lost soldier. She looked into the eyes of the monster as he continued to press forwards to kill her next.

Ryder was alive. I leaned forward and rested my head on his arm. I allowed tears to come. I wanted to feel his warmth. I wanted to feel his love again. But I guess I had to wait some more. I knew deep inside that mind of his were his memories of me. And he would fight for his way back. I stared at his peaceful, handsome face. Ryder. My knight in shining armor. My rock. Now, I will have to be strong for our love. And I will wait for him, no matter how much it hurts.

My group and I get ready to fight against the massive yellow drill wisp. Back at Shattered Inkopolis. Emperor was looking over the land that he destroyed, Maeka looked at Emperor, holding Solaris’ necklace. Maeka then sees another inkling revived by Emperor, her name was Black Rose. “Planning to lash out at me after what I have done long ago?” said Emperor with a sigh. Black Rose and Maeka were shocked to hear what Emperor said, Black Rose and Maeka didn’t say a word. “Who’s this inkling?” Black Rose asked Maeka. “Emperor, one of Arnold’s inkling characters he created” said Maeka. “Its Inkcanius Maeka” Emperor interjected.

I'm sorry, but is that a threat? Splitter says, now closing the chest of the mech and pulling out his machine gun, revving it up. It's not a threat buckaroo. It's a promise. Jack replies, pointing the katana at Splitter, spinning it in his fingers as if it were a pencil. Well, come at me then. Splitter says, now revving the engine more, the gun ready to expel bullets from the many chambers. Jack now aims his sword to his side, running toward Splitter at an amazing speed for a large chunk of metal. Bullets start spewing out of Splitter's machine gun, making Jack strafe from side to side, occasionally cutting and blocking bullets that came close to the mech with his sword. Jack, now a yard awa

“Funny. Have you ever seen a Ducati Streetfighter V4?” Cocking my head to the side, I moved over to the window. “You mean that?” Pointing out the window, the strange hot man walked over and looked out. “Yeah, that’s mine. What did you need?” I was proud of that bike. I had bought it myself, without my dad’s money. It was all black with neon pink accents. “I have moved back in town and am looking for a routine mechanic. My bike needs a tuneup for now.” That little bit of information as well as his being an obvious ranking wolf, sent off warning bells. “What is your name?”

It wasn't a human, but a Sovereign-Centurion—a ten-foot-tall mechanical knight whose chest cavity had been hollowed out to house a Living Rose grown from Earth-soil. ​The Centurion’s Plea ​"I am Unit 774," the machine said, its voice a deep, resonant cello. "I was built to harvest your world. But I saw a Davis child playing a flute in the ruins of New Babylon, and my 'Logic-Gate' failed. I spent ten thousand cycles trying to calculate the 'Math of the Melody' and found only... Longing."