Mecha Knight Novels & Stories

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.

“That’s what the warriors saw?” “It is….” As the anger grew, his eyebrow raised up. “There weren’t reports of those machines.” Piercy showed me a particular one that made my skin crawl. “This is used to keep the woman open for multiple men. Tell me that didn’t happen to you?”

So, before rushing into a fight with a caster, it’s wise to understand their school of magic. You wouldn’t want to march up with a confident grin, only to have them draw a massive sword and cut you down with a furious barrage of sword strikes! Back to knights—there are many knight subclasses, but the primary attributes are typically physique and energy, with charm as a secondary attribute. Storm Knights, Slayer Knights, Holy Knights, and so on, all follow this basic trend. ... Except for the heretical Mechanical Knights! This is because charm plays a crucial role. Charm is not related to physical appearance but mainly affects a knight’s affinity.

The deeper we moved into this wing of the mansion, the more the atmosphere shifted - quieter, warmer, perfumed with spices and something floral that didn’t originate from the servants’ cheap soaps. The walls here were lined with tapestries instead of portraits, scenes of wolves and stars and moonlit forests woven in shimmering silk threads. My gaze lingered on them, not out of curiosity, but because it was easier than imagining what awaited me. Mira stopped before a tall double door carved from dark wood, each half etched with the crest of the Knight Moon Pack: a wolf with its head raised toward a crescent moon. She knocked twice, sharp and brief. “Enter,” came the Luna’s voice from within -

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

Desperation had driven these warriors to vie for this macabre opportunity, and here stood the victor. I approached the machine and the machine hummed, emitting a frequency to the knight, that caused the minced flesh to disintegrate into atoms, which then floated towards his severed stumps. The particles began to reconstruct his arms, knitting flesh, bone, and sinew together seamlessly. As the process concluded, the knight flexibly moved his newly reformed arms, examining them with a mixture of disbelief and awe. “Do you feel anything amiss with the movement?” I inquired. “Not at all. Everything feels normal,” he responded, flexing his fingers effortlessly.