Sci Fi Mech Novels & Stories

The Mech stumbled, its leg locking up. Jack didn't stop. He rolled forward, ignoring the agony in his hip, and grabbed the Mech's ankle with his Entropy Hand. He poured everything he had into it. Every ounce of pain, every drop of rage. Decay. The metal of the Mech's leg didn't just rust; it aged. The alloy became brittle, the molecular bonds snapping. The Mech took a step, and its leg shattered into dust. The massive machine toppled over, crashing face-first into the floor. The pilot screamed as the cockpit crumpled.

Everyone had separate desks with equipment for creating cyborg mods. Everyone went and sat in their seats. The four took seats next to each other. The teacher was a beautiful woman and was wearing a tech suit and welding goggles on her head, on her hands she wore silver gloves made up of mechons, they were nanites which form up any type of wearables and can be controlled with our mind,mechons are very useful in fixing and making tech, they are powered using mod energy and are extra tech attached to our bodies and they can be removed, they are extremely costly and not easily available. The teacher looked at everyone and spoke out in a beautiful voice,

Your inability to pay off your debt is a direct consequence of your ineptitude. Ves had to suppress the urge to raise his middle finger. Instead, he challenged this stupid System. "I admit, I used to be a stupid kid, but I cleaned up my act. I'm a mech designer now!" [It is your lucky day! The Mech Designer System is the ultimate tool in this galaxy to design any machine that falls under the category of mechs. Any authorized user is allowed to use this System's many tools to design any mech imaginable with no conceivable limits.]

"We can't scratch that thing! It has reactive armor!" The mech stepped onto the cargo ramp. The ship groaned under the weight. Its hydraulic foot crushed a metal crate flat. Its sensor eye glowed red, scanning the smoke. It locked onto the medical bay door. Onto Arthur. "Target acquired," the mech's external speaker boomed, a voice that sounded like grinding gears. "High Value Asset: Confirmed. Initiating sterilization." Ren was on the catwalk above the cargo bay. He looked down at the mech. He had no explosives. No magic. No admin codes to delete it.

“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?”

Near the mech's centre, a massive dent let me see straight into its torn wiring, which still produced sparks. "Axion tech," I spat. "That's not one of ours." "It looked like it had only just begun to sink when I detected it," Tio remarked. "I wonder what was keeping it-" The mech shifted. "Tio, drop that thing!" Damica exclaimed. She produced a pistol from the folds of her jacket, levelling it at the mech. "Wait!" I called. Tio's hands froze on the controls. As we looked on in nervous silence, part of the mech's matte-black armour parted, a hatch underneath opening outwards into the cool night air.

She must have lots of money, I thought… After 3 minutes of waiting, a young man and his driver's head in the direction of this pretty-looking car. The driver held the car open for the young man to enter. Damn, I've never seen a man so beautiful. The young man looked terrifying but tall and handsome. He had dark, shiny, and full hair. His eyes were blue, almond-shaped, and had a radiant sparkle. His wrestler's shoulder perfectly complemented his Spartan physique. His movement was tiger-like. It seemed like he possessed a latent, leonine power or he was filled with purpose and authority.

Still yet, Samson still had a lot of things to worry about. There in Boneridge, where his Industrial Empire who's sole purpose is brandishing mechanical bots. These bots weren't any type of bots but of the SpellTech type, who's engine is cladded with heavy thick alloid. Powerful generator and super ultra current tapped directly from.space. There were times these Machines or their system generator needs a super intelligent brains to handle the programming, elocation, techniques and most importantly, intelligence. And Samson would have to go.

To them, he was the Apex. Flanking him were the three 'Black Reapers'—the newly retrofitted, black-and-gold Vanguard mechs, their Star-forged Cores pulsing with blinding cyan plasma. "Jack," Sebastian looked up at the massive Defender mech. "Are the shock-absorbers online?" "Online and humming, Boss," Jack’s voice crackled through the external speakers, the heavy rotary cannon spinning up with a lethal whine. "Though a drop from this altitude is going to strip the paint."

Loki shifts back into human form and he and Mia load Finn and the contraption back on my back. For only having one arm and being small, Mia is very strong. As an Ancient it makes sense she would be, but still, without her wolf, she’s not as strong as she should be. “It’s safe?” Mia asks, as the last strap is hooked up and Loki smiles reassuringly. “Yes, we made sure. We can all go there and rest,” he says winking and I watch as Mia blushes. I need to have this conversation with him right now. I watch as he shifts back and Mia climbs on his back, but there is something different about her; she doesn’t seem as nervous or scared.