Mobile Suit Gundam Orphan Novels & Stories

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

She bites her lip… “please, go ahead…” “Are you an orphan Lu… I mean Emma?”. Michelle looks at her as if it’s impertinent. I smile and hold out my hand to reassure them both. “Yes. I am. I was a rogue too. For years, before my mother was killed by the traffickers who caught her and I”.

In the place where she had stood, there was only a single silver-grey scalpel, its blade stained with the original amber. ​The Ninth Peak is the new Suture Zero, a mobile nursery for a galaxy that is finally, truly alive. But Sarah-Prime has vanished into the deep void, and as Elara picks up the first scalpel, she realizes that the "Prime" version of her mentor has left behind one final, hidden code—a sequence that isn't for a planet, but for a person who hasn't been born yet.

The ship he had supposedly died on. On the main viewscreen, an image resolved. Not of the city. Not of the garden. It was a star chart. An old one. And moving through it was a designation: OR-1. The Ouroboros. A new voice, harsh and synthetic, boomed through the core, overriding the garden’s gentle whisper. >OR-1 STATUS: DORMANT. PLANETARY CONDITIONS: NON-STERILE. PROTOCOL 7: FAILED. INITIATING DIAGNOSTIC.

Liu Yu was shocked at first and felt the threat of death, but then found out, eh? The hands-on mecha has a silver-grey exterior, that sleek shape and an ultra-metallic body that's not Lightsaber, the top combat armor, and the only 35-level mecha, the dream of all mecha divisions. In the entire alliance, only one person is capable and qualified to drive this mecha "Come out! Are you all shrinking tortoises when you keep hiding like this?"

He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground “Three days from now a metal vein will appear at this spot, weapons forged from it will be capable of killing them.” He added with a smile, he then pointed the finger at Amelia and another drop of god-blood flew from it and landed on her forehead before assimilating into her body and then her soul. Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body.

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.

“I am finally free. No chip, no processor controls me anymore.” Sona leapt into my arms, his golden eyes now calm. My mother approached us with a gentle smile. The four of us stood together amidst the ruins, waiting for a new dawn. The next morning, while walking along the beach, I noticed something strange lying on the sand. It was the silver crown of the clone Sophia. As I picked it up, a small hologram projector activated inside it. It revealed a dark planet in deep space—where thousands of children, identical to Sona, stood in rows.

And this was what it had cost him. "We go in," I said. "We go to the Neverplain. We go to the land of shattered souls, and we bring him back. All of him." I looked around the room, daring anyone to argue. "I'm not accepting partial. I'm not accepting 'never been done before.' Marcus doesn't get a half-life because the Council is scared of what I am." Tommy turned back from the window. "The contract is on your blood, Harper." "I know." "More guards are coming."

Rome squares her shoulders and takes a deep breath. “For the future of the true Luna.” She whispers. In that instant, Falcon morphs back into a huge sandy-colored beast, half man, half wolf, and lunges for her. She screams violently, her sobs echoing through the night as I watch on in horror. She is a lifeless heap on the ground, laying in a pool of her own blood.