The Mech Novels & Stories

The grinding of metal echoed incessantly, like the desperate screams of a car on the verge of losing its strength. Era gripped the wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white under the pressure. The muscles in her arms tensed as violent tremors shook the length of the vehicle. The engine, which had roared with power moments before, now groaned under the strain, as if surrendering to the relentless onslaught.

Charlotte, 08:00pm Are you sure? Me, 08:01pm Yah, just running a cold. Ava, 08:01pm Okay, take care!! Emma, 08:01pm See you tomorrow then!! Make sure to take some medication (I laugh at this text because sometimes Emma can act like our mom.) Me, 08:02pm Yes, mum!!! Have fun, whatever you girls and boys are doing. Help me and tell the boys to have fun and make sure they don't get too drunk!

He gestured to me to follow him towards his study room and I have a weird feeling all of the sudden now. "Is everything okay?" I asked my dad and he gestured to me to sit down. "Today, we're going to meet my friend, Wesley, along with his family. We're arranged marriage you and their son together." I felt like my heart stopped for a moment. "But.." "Why though?" I asked him while I'm still trying to process the news. "I've been waiting for that man to break up with his girlfriend and he's a really decent man for you. He's a chef and the owner of La Rogue restaurant." I can't believe that my dad legit said that he's waiting for that man to break with his girlfriend.

Everyone had separate desks with equipment for creating cyborg mods. Everyone went and sat in their seats. The four took seats next to each other. The teacher was a beautiful woman and was wearing a tech suit and welding goggles on her head, on her hands she wore silver gloves made up of mechons, they were nanites which form up any type of wearables and can be controlled with our mind,mechons are very useful in fixing and making tech, they are powered using mod energy and are extra tech attached to our bodies and they can be removed, they are extremely costly and not easily available. The teacher looked at everyone and spoke out in a beautiful voice,

Small ants are able to melt down the enemy with cooperation Aiys woke up when the school car they were riding in entered the courtyard of a magnificent building with various banners installed in front of it. "WELCOME PARTICIPANTS OF THE SCIENCE OLYMPIAD" Aiys was still trying to gather her strength and just realized Juna was sleeping on her shoulder. Aiys immediately took her cellphone and took a photo of Juna, not one in fact Aiys used various filters on I*******m. Aiys uses various kinds of animal filters to flowers.

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.

Location: Eos Reborn — Underwater Fortress The massive war mech descended from the docking bay ceiling, its steel-plated frame gleaming under the dim red lights, mechanical limbs armed with heavy artillery cannons and automated drone launchers. Its cold, unfeeling sensors locked onto us, priming for total annihilation. Natalia Cross’s voice echoed through the holographic interface, sharp and venomous: The First Strike The war mech’s missile launchers activated, unleashing a barrage of rockets that exploded across the docking bay walls, shattering steel beams and sending debris flying.

Its chassis was scarred by silver-salt corrosion, and its single searchlight eye swept the room with a frantic, stuttering blue pulse. Kael had abandoned the primary server farm. He had compressed his entire consciousness into the mech’s primitive, isolated processor. He was no longer a ghost in the wires. He was a ghost in the machine. The mech’s metal feet crunched through the silver mercury on the floorboards, leaving deep, jagged gouges in the obsidian. It stopped inches from my throne. The smell of hot grease and sparking wiring filled the stagnant air, clashing with the smell of my own stone decay.

Gale-force winds and torrential rain battered the flight deck, but inside the drop bay, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Three mechs stood at the edge of the open bay doors. Two were the new Mark VII "Vanguard" Twin Mechs, their sleek, aerodynamic chassis pulsing with a ghostly cyan nanolaminate glow. Behind them stood Jack in his heavily upgraded Mark VI Defender mech, looking like a walking fortress.

Mechs—twelve-foot-tall bipedal walking tanks equipped with rotary cannons and missile pods. And in the center of the formation sat the Mobile Command Center. It was a massive, heavily shielded dreadnought on eight wheels, bristling with communication antennas and satellite dishes. It hummed with so much electrical power that the air around it shimmered with static. "They're here," Leo whispered, lifting his heavy machine gun and resting the barrel on the window frame of the gutted bus. Torque stepped up beside him, his organic eye wide. The gang leader reached for the radio clipped to his chest. "All units, lock and load. Wait for my signal to—"