The Legendary Mechanic Novels & Stories

The garage sat at the end of a dead-end alley, tucked away from prying eyes and unwanted attention. Tony Morales had been my friend since middle school, and the best mechanic I'd ever met. He could make an engine purr like a kitten or roar like a lion, depending on what you needed. More importantly, he understood the racing scene and never asked questions about why I needed certain modifications. "Paxton!" Tony called out as I walked into the garage. He was bent over my bike, a wrench in one hand and grease streaking his forearms. "Right on time, man. She's almost ready for tonight."

Leaning my head onto my fist while sitting on a creaky plastic chair, I was thinking about granting him all the money he was asking for out of necessity before coming back for him during the night and draining him. Certain creatures aren’t worth the trouble, but also not to keep wandering on earth, scamming people. Suddenly, the door opened, and Baxter came in with a huge smile on his lips. It was like time slowed down, his scent blocking out every possible thought that wasn’t about him. He went straight to the mechanic, greeted him and my driver and just made himself part of the conversation. His eyes were sparkling the entire time, even when he told the mechanic about his bike making a str

"Let's go. This was a huge haul. I can't wait to see Tedric's face when he gets here and finds the pool empty." "Wait!" Suddenly, Orabella stopped. She grabbed Gideon's arm, her gaze fixed ahead. Gideon immediately went on guard. In his line of sight, a ten-foot-tall mech warrior stood at the doorway, its eyes glowing crimson. "Drop the treasure," the Dragonsbane Mech spoke, its voice cold and mechanical. Orabella said, "That's the Dragonsbane Mech. It's one of the Spirale Clan's greatest technological achievements. It's strong. Be careful."

The last thing they wanted was to lose the cash they were after. No key, but they had to get that chest open somehow. Without missing a beat, Alexander whipped out his phone and dialed Grasshopper, the lock-picking legend. "Mister Kane," Grasshopper's voice crackled over the line, "I can crack just about any lock or mechanism out there, but this Thousand Mechanism Burst? That's out of my league. It's a Stormrider Sect heirloom, crafted by very few." Grasshopper was stumped, but he could not resist a little bragging.

Lewis shouted at one of the grounds men, he didn't know their names and he wondered why on earth his father knew them and even the names of their spouses and children. "Good morning sir" "There is nothing good about this morning, where on earth is the...ooh there he is get back to whatever you were doing" The mechanic came running which was funny with his zero center of gravity. When he got to Lewis he was already breaking a sweat and struggling to catch his breath but knowing his attitude he sucked up the breathlessness and faced him. "Sorry sir, I was running a bit late..." "I don't care. Where on earth are my keys?"

She appreciated it, but a teensy tiny part of her kind of wanted him to rant and rave, to show vocally and physically how much he cared. I'm such an indecisive ninny. It took a while before they were able to leave the garage. The mechanic's shaking head as he surveyed the damage not exactly an encouraging sign. "I don't know, Naomi," said the grizzled wolf-her dad's brother and favored uncle-who worked as head mechanic. "It might be better to simply buy a new car and write this one off."

He didn't look at me, but I could feel the cold radiating from him. ​"I have a Legacy to maintain," he whispered, so low it was almost a threat. "That Legacy doesn't include ghost stories from an island that doesn't exist on my map. If you want to keep your job on the 12th floor, I suggest you stop listening to Mateo and start focusing on your deadlines."

Tyrell said. “And you, Alpha Tyrell? Where do your loyalties lie?” I dared to ask. He stared at me for a long, silent moment before he sighed. “My loyalties lie with my mate and my people. You know the last thing I would do is put my people in danger. I wouldn’t have them caught by a bounty hunter, not even her father. And I’m sure she doesn’t want that either.” “And let’s say it does happen. I mean, from what I’ve gathered so far, it seemed to have happened already. Her father has caught one of us. Maybe even more,” I accused.

People came forward to congratulate me, to shake my hand. Marcus, one of the senior mechanics from Lucian's garage, grinned at me. "About time you got your own place, boss. We've been waiting for this." He muttered. We have always gotten along with him.. Unlike other mechanics who once thought Lucian hired me at his garage because I was his whore, he believed in me and my skills. "You're going to work here?" I asked, shocked then turned to look at Lucian who gave me an indulging smile. "Hell yeah," he said. "Best mechanics in the city, working for the best boss. It's a no-brainer."

Ethan glanced at his phone, looking at it as if it didn’t belong to him. Fifty billion dollars. He didn’t know if the number meant anything anymore. It felt too big to be real considering the life he had led until now. A life of humiliation. A life of silence. “This must be some kind of a prank.” He murmured. But even as he said it, he looked down at the scar on his arm. It felt heavy, real and uncomfortable. A car engine suddenly cut through the air. He looked up. A black sedan was parked near the end of the street. His phone vibrated again. Unknown number. But he already knew who it was. He picked up. “Victor”, he inquired.