Slugterra Mecha Beasts Novels & Stories

"In the old smelting chamber. But he isn't alone. He’s finished the prototype for the 'Luna-Blight.'" ​Suddenly, the walls themselves seemed to scream. The fleshy substance tore open, and from the rock emerged creatures that looked like distorted reflections of the Silver Bane. They were leaner, their fur replaced by obsidian scales, their eyes weeping the same green ichor that had poisoned the Moon-Pool. ​"Formation Delta!" Rhea roared, shifting into her massive white wolf form mid-leap.

Beemo's reinforcement had finally shown up, but the question was, would they show up fast enough to save his life? Xasha waved his hands and spoke in a strange language once again. The air currents Sped up at an insane rate, the pressure got stronger as the currents increased speed. Beemo's scales were cracking and breaking off one at a time, then falling to the ground. The Storm Dragons become more vicious in their attacks and one of them bit off the wings off from his body.

My mother, Keenan. I can't leave them, I must get back. So once again I push myself one last time and when the beast's head is close to mine, I lash out and bite just bellow his right ear. He whines from pain but still doesn't release me. He then turns his head up and howls and then soon later, six more wolves appear around us. I know that this fight is really over now. I won't escape the seven wolves, especially with my wounded legs. So I stop struggling. Now, my fight is over. But if not now, I will still find a way to get out.

Meanwhile, in the heart of Aeternum’s most daring attraction, a group of foreign travelers sat nervously inside an armored tour vehicle. The guide, an energetic young woman named Talia, grinned as she held onto the controls. “Alright, folks! Welcome to the Forbidden Wasteland Safari! You’re about to witness creatures you’ve only heard of in legend—massive sand lizards, dire wolves, and, if we’re lucky, the elusive Thunderbeast!” A knight from the Kingdom of Gelmaria clutched the side of his seat. “You mean we will see these monsters? In person? Not behind castle walls?”

The smell of hot grease and sparking wiring filled the stagnant air, clashing with the smell of my own stone decay. "I... am... the... floor... Aria..." Kael’s voice boomed from the mech’s external PA system, distorted and raw. "And... I'm... going... to... break... the... cage." The loader’s massive hydraulic claws rose. They were tipped with diamond-grit teeth meant for tearing through the crust of the planet. They didn't move with the grace of an Alpha. They moved with the terrifying, stuttering power of a dying machine. The first claw slammed into my petrified chest.

I can know what most of the upgrade does just from their name except for the Curved claws and Suction skin. [Curved claw: Makes the claw curved to help in climbing walls, to get more grip and impaling] [Suction skin: Form suction cups on the skin to help stick to the surface of any solid and improve stealth] Not what I had in mind but it's okay. The number next to the upgrades must be their cost I think...hmm can I stack two skins at the same? One way to find out. [Do you wish to upgrade to Suction skin and Light skin]

He laughed hysterically as he found relief that he didn't need to think that much about it now. Luna was gawking at the creature who let loose of a loud guffaw in front of her. It sounded so terrifying. Even with the chilly air and raindrops touching her skin, beads of sweat still managed to form on her arms as panic started to rise in her chest again. "Stand up now Luna." ❇❇❇ Schnek was approaching the laughing Fragado while carrying his capsule. He saw a being on the ground. "A normal?"

BOOK THREE: THE DEEP FORGE (Jace’s Perspective) You cannot bleed a stone, and you cannot suffocate a fire that breathes magma. The Magma-Beast hauled the rest of its massive, formless bulk out of the crater. It had no eyes, no mouth, no face—just a towering, thirty-foot-tall shifting mass of liquid yellow-white fire, armored by jagged, overlapping plates of cooling black obsidian. The heat rolling off it was so intense that the wooden awnings of the nearby merchant stalls spontaneously burst into flames.

Her bandages tumbled from her arms, scattering across the dirt. Through the gates, she saw them. Rogues. They came like shadows with fangs, spilling from the treeline in a surge of madness. Lean, filthy, their fur streaked with mud and blood. Their eyes glowed red with hunger and fury. They charged with no order, no sense, only the raw chaos of beasts that had lost themselves to bloodlust. The Stormfang warriors met them with a roar. Claws slashed, steel flashed, bodies collided. The earth shook with the violence. Screams and snarls filled the air until it was thick with the stench of blood and sweat.

They were like different, and can't be trusted. They were only bigger than the average Meiv because they had large and defined muscles, and most of their activities involved hard worked, they enjoyed doing things the hard way, and were fearful. They looked nothing like the Meivs, because they were different creatures. They were ugly and unacceptable, and that was why they were known as the Beasts, but they were the Thogwarts.