Ova Gundam Novels & Stories

​The molten orange glare of the geothermal siphon cast long, distorted shadows across the massive cavern of Sector 00. As the monolithic black titanium cylinder fully emerged from the liquid stone, the automated cooling manifolds began to hiss, spraying high-pressure nitrogen vapor that swirled around the towering Vanguard Titan Chassis 01.

Kassandra's POV: First off let me tell you how I got to be an omega in my pack. It was one tragic night when I was 14 and I was at home with my parents, the alpha and luna of the Red river pack in texas. I had just got home from school and went to take a nap when I heard a noise from the living room. I went down to check it out and saw that three rogues had found their way into our house. Next thing I know my father was dead and my mother told me to run and that's what i did.

The sky was no longer a sanctuary; it was a killing jar. The S-99 Valkyrie transport, a marvel of Sterling engineering, felt frighteningly small against the backdrop of the behemoth that had just de-cloaked in front of them. The Ouroboros airship—a rigid-hull stealth cruiser named The Leviathan in the dark web whispers—blotted out the sun. It was a monolith of matte-black radar-absorbent material, shaped like a spearhead, bristling with railgun turrets that tracked the battered transport with predatory precision.

The Source was blind again, its organic network destroyed by the hand of the woman it had tried to co-opt. We stood on the launch pad of the Baikonur Cosmodrome, the Vanguard-01 looming over us like a silver titan. It was a beautiful, terrifying machine—part Syndicate ship, part Sovereign-core, part Viteri-engine. It was the culmination of eighty-seven chapters of war, and it was ready to leave the only home we had ever known. Leo stood at the base of the ramp, his silver-wire blueprints tucked under his arm. He looked at the stars, and for the first time, he didn't look like a god. He looked like a little boy going on a long journey.

Every cost. Every step. Forward. All the way to this morning. To this room. To this child. Luna. The first one born into the restored world. Held by the omega they had tried to destroy. In the world the omega had helped restore. With the web warm between them. And the channel is clean above. And the Foundation is solid below. And the work continues. Always continuing. Forward. Always forward. Even now. Especially now. With a new person in the world who would grow up knowing what she was and never being alone in it and becoming something none of us could predict.

Hearing this, Autumn was startled and said, “If you buy a few at once, I can sell them to you for two million each.” Philip said, “Okay, give me five.” “Any heavy artillery warcraft? Recommend one or two to me.” Hearing Philip's request, Autumn's eyes lit up. Heavy artillery warcraft was beyond compare in terms of price, so she quickly said, “The most powerful warcraft with heavy artillery is the Garuda warcraft, also known as the Sky Gunship. The Garuda warcraft has a total of 24 main energy cannons and 48 secondary energy cannons. It's the absolute overlord of the sky!

I was able to give Linda a few more instructions before finally stepping into my Rolls Royce and the driver took off. I sighed, relaxing on the seat as I stared out the window. A small smile graced my lips as I thought of how life had been for me. It’s been six years. Six good years, how I have moved from being a slave, lowlife, and weak omega to becoming the CEO of one of the world’s biggest jewelry companies, Gex-Luxury Jewelry Brand.

“Fine. I’ll go first,” Eva continued, “Before I woke up in this universe, my hangar had twenty-one different S-ranked mecha chassis. Can you believe that? A suit for every occasion. Too bad I didn’t get to keep a single one. How ‘bout you? Did you get to keep your Devastator Mecha?” Orsethii’s eyes narrowed. “This universe?” she asked. “That’s right,” answered Eva. “You’re not the only species blessed with Reborn.”

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

Such a choice made the mech difficult to hide from optical sensors, but it might provide an interesting appearance when it fought in the middle of its particle cloud. Once he fully completed his design, Ves gave the mech a name. "Let's call you the Mist Prowler. Well System, how did I do?" [Design Evaluation: Mist Prowler.] Variant name: O-225CM Mist Prowler Base model: Octagon O-225C Original Manufacturer: Globe-Elstar Corporation Weight Classification: Medium-Light Recommended Role: Guerilla Fighter Performance improvement: 14%