Sci Fi Mecha Novels & Stories

I caught a glimpse of silver through the smog and my breath caught in my throat. Long, angular legs, leading up to a stout, almost bird-like body. Three cylindrical weapons jutted out of the right side of the mech's silvery armour, and an angular shield flanked the right side of its body like the wing of a dove. A mighty Korean mech, the Xiezhi, stood before us. It seemed that my past had caught up with me at last. "You've got to be joking," Commander Telbus muttered. I tapped a button on my headset, switching my comms to an open broadcast. It didn't matter that the Americans would hear me, as we'd long since lost the element of surprise.

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."

I took the locket from my neck—the one still carrying a fragment of Lucas’s consciousness—and thrust it into the open cavity in his chest. A massive explosion of blue and golden light erupted. When the light touched the silver pyramid, it began to tremble violently. “No! What have you done?!” the clone Sophia screamed. “If this pyramid is destroyed, Earth’s atmosphere will turn toxic!” From within the smoke of the explosion, Lucas emerged. His body was no longer black—it shimmered with radiant silver light. Holding Sona’s hand, he rose into the air. Lucas had become an Angelic Mecha—a perfect fusion of mechanical power and human love.

He led me to a place in the back where there was a lift and some tools that he gathered. “What is all this?” “Well, I hoped you knew your way around a mechanic shop by now…” Steele smirked as he stood back, letting me look at it all. “Smartass.” I muttered, but I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. “This is an engine to that corvette. It blew a few months back and no one has had time to work on it.” Steele pushed an engine that was hanging off a lift to me. “Basically, everything in here is broken in some way. I placed cards on the driver’s seat, but they all need attention.”

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."

The world narrowed to the sound of his own ragged breathing. "And," Kael’s hologram continued, "I thought you might need some exercise." The wall on the far side of the abyss groaned. A massive section of the plating slid aside, revealing a hidden hangar bay. From the darkness, heavy, rhythmic thuds shook the walkway. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Two shapes emerged. They were nightmares of engineering. "Titan" Class Suppression Mechs. Twelve feet tall, humanoid but distorted, with hydraulic pistons for muscles and slabs of black plasteel for skin. Their heads were sensor clusters glowing with a singular red eye.