The Legendary Mechanic Wiki Novels & Stories

"My friend, James, is a mechanic. Let him take a look. Maybe he could figure out why the car isn't working right now." Nervously, the driver's eyes darted between the five of them, and when Jame took a step towards the hood of the car, the driver lashed out, "Oh no, don't get closer asshole!" At first, Jame was confused about why Elijah lied about him being an auto mechanic, but then he realized... it was to find out if the car was actually having trouble or the driver was just lying. "You are a part of those making the road unsafe at night, Am I right?" Elijah asked, staring hard at the driver.

He was the one with a smug expression now. "𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓭! 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶" "Well I guess you'll be waiting for quite some time. Because as it is, my mechanic is on his way."

Joshua took out a 1,000 dollar for a tips to the mechanic staff of the automotive car dealer. “Sir this is too much” the mechanic staff said surprisingly. “keep it for you, that was a tip for you, thank you man for repairing my car” Joshua replied to him. “Sir, if anyone you wanted to help about your car, please don’t hesitate to come here, I’m willing to served you in a good service, once again sir, thank you” the mechanic staff bowed his head and he was very thankful for the tips of Joshua. Joshua left and drive his car, the people who look at Joshua’s car was stunned because the Rolls Royce sweptail is rare and so expensive car in the world.

He just moved. When they reached the bottom, Frank was waiting by the truck, wiping his hands on a rag. "You boys find gold up there?" Frank asked. "We found rust," Cale said, handing the hard hat back to Elion. "And a seized gear. I freed it." "You got the light turning?" "It requires a motor for continuous rotation. But the mechanism is sound." "You're a wizard, Cale." "I am a mechanic." "Alright, pack it up," Frank said. "Sun's going down. Beer's on me at the pub. You earned it."

Alexander 's POV Dressed in her signature black: leather pants tucked into combat boots, a cropped hoodie revealing the intricate tattoo of interlocking gears and thorns curling up her midriff—a nod to her mechanic father's garage back in the pack enclaves. She never bowed to anyone, not even Damian, who'd once caught her hot-wiring his vintage Triumph just to "test the wards." Instead of punishment, he'd hired her on as a junior enforcer for the university's security detail. Lena Vale didn't do deference; she did disruption.

he said while rubbing the back of his neck. As he wiped his hands with a rag, the mechanic finished laughing. “Well, I’ve got time. You’d be surprised how many stories I hear in this line of work.” Austin stopped for a moment, remembering everything that happened. I’m just going to say… the drive wasn’t easy. There were a few surprises and disappointments along the way.” “Bad luck, huh? Sounds like my kind of day,” the mechanic answered as he went back to what he was doing. Don’t stress; I’ll deal with it for you. Don’t put any pressure on yourself.”

This was the only place where Mia Chen, struggling mechanic and daddy's disappointing daughter, didn't exist. Here, I was Ghost Rider. The motorcycle beneath me, a custom Ducati I'd rebuilt from salvage, responded to my every touch like an extension of my body. I'd spent three years perfecting her, using every spare dollar I could scrape together from my day job at Murphy's Garage. Murphy paid me half what he paid his male mechanics, but I couldn't complain. Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town.

"Azel, can you really fix a machine like that? Because we definitely cannot!" "I can do it easily. I picked up a massive amount of mechanical knowledge while traveling through different wild sectors during my exile. Fixing a basic engine is a simple task for me." "I see. The machine is already useless junk, so I do not mind letting you play with the gears, young wolf. We are counting on you." "Elder, look! The iron engine is fully put back together." "Done already?" "See for yourself, Elder. Turn the ignition key." "Oh, wow! It is completely fixed! The engine is roaring perfectly!"

That felt dangerous too. I lay back against the grass and glanced toward the sky. “Out of all those,” I said casually, “mechanics was probably your best option.” Shaw turned toward me slightly. “Mechanics?” “Yeah.” “I don’t know anything about cars.” “You knew how to fight people and survive prison. Honestly, you were already overqualified for most garages.” “That’s not comforting.” “It’s realistic.” I propped myself up on one elbow now. “I’m serious though,” I said. “Mechanics make decent money. It’s flexible. Hands-on work. Nobody expects you to wear depressing office clothes.”

She was not convinced that the quick swipe would have wiped off all the oil. Sure enough, once her hand clapsed hers, she felt the telltale stickiness. She unconsciously ruffled her nose. "If you need a mechanic, I'm the best in the business. Here's my card," she produced a card from her bag and handed it to Mikayla. It read Al, The Mechanic. Very original. Wait, why was she being snarky? She realized the answer. She was feeling jealous. Jealous that Cael spent time with this gorgeous, sexy woman who knew all about cars and machines and stuff. How silly was that.