Mecha Novels & Stories

There was an audible crack as Bree collapsed onto the floor, her face contorted with anguish as her body reconstructed, get eyes were the first to change, the blue to a black that seemed to hold infinite darkness, her fingers grew out becoming sharpened claws, with these claws she clawed off the facade that was her face, leaving behind a face of a scaled beast with teeth as sharp as an adamantine sword, a long tongue elongated from the depths of it's maw and it lashed out at Cyrus. His reflexes were faster and in a flash he'd the spot he was in, aptly dodging the slimy green tongue causing the creature to roar in anger. Moira herself was deeply shaken, immobilized completely by fear she made

The same dragon that he mocked for being nonexistent in his eyes. Haha. In your face, Theo. I grinned and leaned on the table. Theo was sitting right in front of me so when I moved closer and clapped my hands together, it got him off his trance and he shook his head, now glaring at me. “What’s wrong, Theo? Still think this is some kind of joke?” I say and now it is my turn to smirk. He glared at me but didn’t say anything more. Mera, his mate, rested a hand on her shoulder as her eyes glazed before Theo’s also glazed over. They must be mindlinking because that’s the only way you could tell if you are talking to someone through mindlink.

The only thing that reminded Mark that he was looking at a robot was 2Pac’s gunmetal silver skin and his artificially glowing eyes. It was time to fight again, and Mark waited for the right time to press the Ghost Mode button on a touchscreen located on his suit’s hydraulic forearm, which would turn his body into a phantom for a few seconds using a quantum magnetic pulse. Mark waited for the right time to activate the Ghost Mode feature. His nerves misfired a little, but he tried to keep thinking about his son and how he was fighting for him.

Gale-force winds and torrential rain battered the flight deck, but inside the drop bay, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Three mechs stood at the edge of the open bay doors. Two were the new Mark VII "Vanguard" Twin Mechs, their sleek, aerodynamic chassis pulsing with a ghostly cyan nanolaminate glow. Behind them stood Jack in his heavily upgraded Mark VI Defender mech, looking like a walking fortress.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

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."

Cipher answered to its host. "Let me see him on screen." Minerva said to the system. "Affirmative, Minerva." Cipher answered in his usual unfeeling voice. After a breath, a picture appeared before Minerva. She saw the man fighting against the constructs and creations of the system. There were zombies, robots, mechanical drones, giant flying machines, captured souls, controlled existences, et cetera. The man was single handedly obliterating everyone and everything. Those who have souls had no chance at all while the soulless machines were turned to scrap metals by the second.

the clutch flew on the other side of the room resulting in disconnecting the cords connected to Ash's body. Maya panicked; the oxygen cylinder was not giving him breaths anymore. " Ash! " She was stopped by one unbeatable force; the machines had started beeping loudly; when tears gathered in her eyes; She looked at Roy. " Kill me but please... please leave him alive... please... " Her sobs were echoing in the whole room; she was surprised how no one had tried to break the door with the amount of noise they were making or maybe others were not able to hear anything at all.