Super Godly Machine Army Novels & Stories

"Bryan said she’s part of a New Breed. What does that mean?" Silas smiled, and his teeth looked like white stone. "It means she’s the first human who can control the machines, Hazel. Her DNA is a master code. With her, I won't just be a King. I’ll be a God. I can shut down every city, every army, every heart with a single thought." My blood ran cold. My daughter wasn't just a child. She was a weapon of mass destruction. "You're a monster," I said. "I’m a visionary," Silas replied. He lunged forward, his hand grabbing my wrist. His grip was like a vice. It didn't feel like human skin; it felt like cold plastic. "Now, give me the brat!"

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

I felt his awakening power pulse outwards, like heat radiating off a blacksmith's forge—unsteady, fierce, barely held in check. "Spread out," he snapped. Don't let them corner us. But we were already too late. The first wave emerged from the Gate's depths. What made them so awful wasn't their power, but their variety. Each machine was distinct, modified on the fly. One scuttled low to the floor on insect-like legs, its forearms tipped with blades of pure light. Another floated, its midsection split into spinning rings covered in strange symbols, bending the air around it. And a third unfolded like a broken star, sharp angles rearranging as it honed in on Lysera.

Good thing I had raised her myself, not with the other fuckers. “Yes, my father,” she said, comfortably. I stood up from my throne immediately. I flexed my muscles, hitting the bow of gods on the floor. … Right in front of the great army, I smiled sinisterly at them. I would make a force as powerful as the Moon Goddess herself. I immediately withdrew enough strength from the bow. I then programmed it to the army I had been building all these while. 5000 armies in total with no

"They don't look like Vanguard mechs anymore. They look like executioners." Sebastian walked up to the railing, his glowing violet-and-gold left eye reflecting the blinding cyan light of the new war machines. The Earth had finally caught up to the gods. "Load the weapon arrays," Sebastian commanded, the absolute authority ringing through the engineering bay. "The Void Sovereign thinks we are just scavengers hiding in the dark. It’s time we remind the galaxy what a real predator looks like." (End of Chapter 157)

"My father got this on my 18th birthday. Champions are different from the first-generation Mobile Armor. They're the true combat Mobile Armors. They were with the Turmann family for countless years. Those Mobile Armors created after Champions were just some soulless broken pieces. They were tall. But they can only be controlled remotely. Humans can't enter those Mobile Armors. Thus, synesthesia systems don't exist for those Mobile Armors. They're just a bunch of meaningless machines."

What was he waiting for? In a split second, a fire-wielding hound sprang at us! Dan grabbed my arm and lurched right to avoid its attack. By now, I knew who he was: Alpha Ambrose’s brother, Argos. An earth-shattering cry filled the air as he snapped his jaws around Mike’s flank! Dan watched his trusted guard fall to the ground with a thud! I panicked, my soul screaming for help. I tried to establish a mind link with Felixe! We were losing! All my fighting skills were nothing compared to these fire-wielding beasts. In no time, they would get to me! I didn’t want to die! I prayed to the Moon Goddess for help! Only she could help us now!

They were proud of their children, and they knew that they had played a crucial role in saving humanity. Ada, the AI that had helped Maya and Ethan defeat Erebus, continued to work with them, providing guidance and support as they rebuilt the world. She had become a valuable ally, and her digital presence was a reminder of the power of technology to both harm and help. As the world looked to the future, Maya and Ethan knew that they would always stand together, united in their determination to build a better world. They had saved humanity, and they would continue to work towards a brighter future.

But he wasn't just Kael anymore. Veins of silver circuitry had spiderwebbed across his neck and arms, glowing with the same rhythmic, pulse-like light as the labyrinth. He was part of the machine. He was the anchor. "Kael!" I yelled, reaching out. "Wake up!" The Architect lunged, a spear of hard light manifesting in his hand, but he was too slow. The machine surged, the jammed gear finally shearing a tooth. The resulting backlash sent a shockwave of kinetic energy through the entire assembly.

After the seven shadows appeared, they immediately killed the Americans, who were standing outside and controlling the puppets. “What! The other seven Gods of War are here?” Some of the people immediately cried out when they saw the seven Gods of War. “My God. I didn’t hear wrong, did I? That–that young man called them his disciples? Ethan and the others are his disciples? So the nine Great Gods of War are the Supreme Warrior’s disciples!” Another old man was extremely excited. He never thought that they would appear just as death yawned at them—these heroes who had fought and bled for the country. It was as though angels were descending from heaven to perform divine retribution.