Sci Fi Mech Novels & Stories

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."

Orabella said, "That's the Dragonsbane Mech. It's one of the Spirale Clan's greatest technological achievements. It's strong. Be careful." Gideon grinned. "I was just thinking about testing my Solar Titan Fist. Looks like the Dragonsbane Mech came at the perfect time."

Location: Eos Reborn — Underwater Fortress The massive war mech descended from the docking bay ceiling, its steel-plated frame gleaming under the dim red lights, mechanical limbs armed with heavy artillery cannons and automated drone launchers. Its cold, unfeeling sensors locked onto us, priming for total annihilation. Natalia Cross’s voice echoed through the holographic interface, sharp and venomous: The First Strike The war mech’s missile launchers activated, unleashing a barrage of rockets that exploded across the docking bay walls, shattering steel beams and sending debris flying.

I called a mechanic and went after the mechanic came. I tried to look for a cab but I did not get one. So, I started running on my heels. I was an hour late. I hugged him after I saw him and I was catching my breath. He said irritated, “I waited for you for an hour and finally you showed up. Why did you come so late?" I replied, “My car broke down and I did not get any cab. Sorry!”

A mech over six meters tall appeared. Everyone was startled by this sudden turn of events, and the soldiers guarding the base immediately aimed their guns at the mech. "What are you doing?" a soldier questioned. "Die, Victor Wild!" The mech lunged at Victor. Victor instantly grabbed Jodi's collar and threw her far away. "Everyone, get back!" Victor shouted a warning. The mech pounced on Victor. It was a lightweight ranged mech, so it didn't have high strength, but it had a special heat gun equipped.

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.

“Through them we have received amazing news. The location of the Core has been found here on Earth.” Shocked gasps were heard from everyone in the room, save for the confused two new recruits. The Core is the massive super computer that controls the entirety of the Techs. Both Earth based Techs and the Aliana Techs are under its command, though it is not the same as the command of a leader. Rather than telling them what to do, the Core keeps the machines running in the Tech part of them. Little tiny chips run in each piece of machinery in every Tech, even the parts in the Partials, and are controlled by the Core. It can shut down selected Techs or all of them. Supposedly it was made as a fai

"Hey! No fair, using people as weapons!” Dorin frowned at the medic. “But in a real fight, isn’t this quite normal?” Mordecai replied with a smile. “The power over life is part of the 12 elements, and mind control, after all, is one of my skills.” ‘And these weak-willed men are nothing but weapons to us strong mages.’ Dorin stared at Mordecai whose lips still showed a tight smile. The medic was talking to him telepathically!

On the day my adoptive father, Claude Bolton, is buried, my biological parents, along with the fake heiress, Gwen Walton, force their way into the funeral hall to pressure me into signing a statement of forgiveness. They say Gwen is about to be recommended for graduate school, so she can't afford to have a disciplinary record for driving a mechanic to his death. My biological mother, Lorna Pollard, holds my hand and cries. "Claude is already dead. Don't ruin Gwen too." My biological father, Joseph Walton, presses the pen into my palm. "The dead shouldn't stand in the way of the living." Gwen kneels in front of the casket, crying pitifully. "Ada, I'm sorry. I didn't know Mr. Bolton wou