Sonic Mecha Novels & Stories

Only the heaviest 1-star mechs could shrug off the damage caused by the sudden collision. Remembering that he had to go home for dinner, the boy eventually called it a day. With a couple more wins than losses in his record, the potentate felt that buying the Fantasia 2R-E was one of the best decisions in his life. Before he logged off, he added the designer in his address book. Oblivious to the potentate, Ves looked at his System's notification with a puzzled expression. "The mission finished that quickly? I can't believe there's someone stupid enough to buy the mech I put on sale."

His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame. “I would like to introduce you to 2Pac GX7. He’s a prototype designed to look like the real 2Pac. He has an infinite neural net processor inside his head that helps him learn new things.” Irena tried to introduce 2Pac to Amy, who felt fascinated and creeped out by Irena’s cybernetic soldier. Amy wanted to get her child out of 2Pac’s arms. Somehow, she could feel the technological heat radiating from the metal man’s body. “Mommy!” Omar stretched his little hand out toward his mother.

The impact threw debris into the air, and the shockwave hit my chest like a hammer. She stood in the crater she’d made, her gaze sweeping across us with no hint of recognition, only rage. How were we supposed to knock her unconscious when she could dodge everything we threw at her? We needed to disorient her. I reached behind me and pulled out the Sonic screamer. Its sharp hum vibrated against my palms as I powered it on. I gave Quin a signal, a single nod. She raised another Dream Blaster. “On my mark,” I said, tightening my grip.

Liu Yu was shocked at first and felt the threat of death, but then found out, eh? The hands-on mecha has a silver-grey exterior, that sleek shape and an ultra-metallic body that's not Lightsaber, the top combat armor, and the only 35-level mecha, the dream of all mecha divisions. In the entire alliance, only one person is capable and qualified to drive this mecha "Come out! Are you all shrinking tortoises when you keep hiding like this?"

Instead, they would hide like venomous snakes in the shadows, waiting for a moment when he let down his guard to strike. Ray had no intention of living with that kind of threat hanging over his head. At this point, he no longer cared about exposing his abilities. He paused briefly, opened a spatial portal beneath his feet, and fired three more sonic stones. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. They streaked toward Lucas and the others in pursuit. A "sonic stone" earned its name because it truly traveled at the speed of sound—about 340 meters per second. And how far away were Lucas and the others? Less than a hundred meters.

But Damian pointed to the figures around the wolf. They were Shadow Claw warriors. They were holding instruments. Horns. Drums. "They aren't just watching," Damian said. "They're playing. They're creating resonance." "Sonic tuning," Kai said, standing up. "It's not magic. It's acoustics. The sphere is crystal, right? Or star-metal glass? It vibrates. If you hit the right frequency, you can shatter it... or you can stabilize it." "We don't have instruments," I said. "We have voices," Wulfric said. "And we have the room." He tapped his cane on the floor. The sound echoed perfectly, a pure, ringing note. "This chamber," Wulfric said, looking up at the domed ceiling. "It is an echo chamber. A pa

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.

“Funny. Have you ever seen a Ducati Streetfighter V4?” Cocking my head to the side, I moved over to the window. “You mean that?” Pointing out the window, the strange hot man walked over and looked out. “Yeah, that’s mine. What did you need?” I was proud of that bike. I had bought it myself, without my dad’s money. It was all black with neon pink accents. “I have moved back in town and am looking for a routine mechanic. My bike needs a tuneup for now.” That little bit of information as well as his being an obvious ranking wolf, sent off warning bells. “What is your name?”

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

The man didn't even have time to scream before he was thrown twenty feet backward, his body slamming into a stack of pallets with a sickening thud. I turned back to Silas. He was on one knee, his face contorted in pain from the sonic pulse. I grabbed his hand, interlacing our fingers, and felt the raw, jagged power of his beast looking for a way out. "Give it to me, Silas!" I shouted over the whine of the machines. "Push it through the link! Now!" Silas opened the floodgates. The power hit me like a physical punch to the gut, but I didn't let it knock me down. I channeled it outward. I raised my free hand, my palm facing the ceiling where the sonic dampeners were mounted.