Slugterra Mecha Beasts Novels & Stories

At five hundred feet, the mechs' retro-thrusters fired with a deafening roar of blue plasma. [Steel and Blood] KRA-KOOOM! The three Aegis mechs slammed into the cobblestone plaza of the Trocadéro simultaneously. The kinetic impact shattered the pavement, sending a shockwave that threw dozens of cultists and hybrids off their feet. The dust cleared. Sebastian’s black mech slowly stood up, the glowing blue visor of its helmet locking onto the Ascended forces. "What are those?!" a cultist screamed in French, dropping his rifle in terror. "Your eviction notice," Jack’s voice boomed from the external speakers of his heavily armored mech.

The level four missiles hit the giant creature square on the abdomen and neck and exploded creating a blinding series of lights. “Give it everything you got! Empty it!” Freemont barked. Nerma and his colleges complied, sending rounds after rounds of level four missiles at it. “I’m out!” Nerma announced. The others were out too. As the series of blinding lights cleared off. A roar of triumph went up from their enemies, as the Graguantular advanced forward totally unaffected by the devastating blasts! . . . . . At her feet lay Eureka and Mahali bound in chains. Mirage Maja sneered at them (especially at Eureka), “Soon your precious New York will fall before my might! And I will over run yo

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.

At least I remembered my pants this time. I open the saddle bag again and pull out Earth electronics that I stole while in their realm. There are cell phones and laptops in the bag, and I dump them on the table. Dragons love shiny objects. I kind of let fellow dragons down by staying away from gold and silver but these Earth machines are my gold. I pick one up along with the tools I need. Excitement rolls through me as I begin tearing apart the first phone. It's time to save the world.

Around her, dozens of creatures moved. Undead. But not like the slow, rotting corpses from before. These were fast. Agile. Some still bore the armor of ancient warriors, their eyes empty sockets glowing blue. Others were stitched together from different bodies, their limbs jerky and unnatural. A few had wings—not feathered, but leathery, batlike, flapping in sync with Terra's breath. "Well, well," Terra said with a mocking pout. "You made it quite far, Emma." Emma stepped forward, shoulders squared. Her voice was steady. "This ends tonight," She said. "So give me all you got."

crested the edge of the sky-swamp. It was a standard grunt—eight feet tall, hyper-muscular, with sickly grey skin and glowing purple eyes. It hauled itself over the bark, its jaw slavering as it caught the scent of her fresh blood. It let out a guttural roar, signaling the others, and charged into the knee-deep muck of the suspended bog. Mwajuma didn't run. She stood up, rolling her newly set shoulder, the geometric amber tattoos on her dark skin flaring to life with a steady, pulsing rhythm.

Lyra said, pulling her terminal from the dock conduit and strapping her lightweight equipment pack securely across her shoulders. ​She stepped out into the blinding tropical downpour, her boots splashing through the oil-slicked puddles as she sprinted toward the moving transport sled. Ahead of them lay the monolithic, windowless concrete structure of the Tuas Server Hub a physical fortress holding half the brain of the dying beast, its automated cooling vents exhaling a thick cloud of white vapor into the dark Singapore night.

A bloody hole could be seen on the shoulder of his Ultimate Golden Body. Stavros grunted in pain. Then, he stumbled and knelt on the ground with one knee. Instantly, the Wama Flame came over and devoured him quickly again. He cried out loudly. While he was in pain, he shot up to the sky again. However, he was stopped by Hemera and Fennec who descended from the void. They collided with one another. As their afterimages flickered, Stavros was immediately surrounded by Fennec and Hemera.

Almost instantly, some color returned to his cheeks, and he let out a long shaky breath. “Thanks Grumpy,” Jax muttered, leaning his head against the damp wall. “But you still owe me a new harness. This one is ruined.” Malakai actually smirked, a quick flash of white teeth that made him look human for a split second. “I'll put it on the tab.” But the moment of levity didn’t last. A sound drifted down the tunnel rhythmic mechanical clicking. Malakai’s face went pale. “Scout drones. They've breached the tunnels”.

The Primal Wall: A shadow that made Zane look small, its body composed of shifting, tectonic obsidian. The First Flare: A creature of white-hot plasma that hummed with a sound like a dying sun. The Binary Stalkers: Two flickers of motion that bypassed the concept of distance entirely. "They are what you were meant to be," Rhys continued, stepping back into the white void. "Before you grew 'Soft.' Before you chose 'Love' over 'Optimization.' If they win, the Sovereign Era is deleted, and the 'Feral-Logic' is returned to the machine, cold and perfect."