The Mech Novels & Stories

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—"

The Mech stumbled, its leg locking up. Jack didn't stop. He rolled forward, ignoring the agony in his hip, and grabbed the Mech's ankle with his Entropy Hand. He poured everything he had into it. Every ounce of pain, every drop of rage. Decay. The metal of the Mech's leg didn't just rust; it aged. The alloy became brittle, the molecular bonds snapping. The Mech took a step, and its leg shattered into dust. The massive machine toppled over, crashing face-first into the floor. The pilot screamed as the cockpit crumpled.

"What's that?" In Rhett's camp, the sight of a group of world-class champions led by Kingsley charging toward them caused everyone to become tense. Initially, they feared Gideon had betrayed them. However, they quickly noticed a massive mech warrior, towering over nine feet high like those from action movies, pursuing the champions. Kingsley called out, "Everyone, let's work together to tackle this mech!" "A mech?" Rhett and his team couldn't afford to hesitate. Kingsley and his group were already near, and the Dragonsbane Mech was also closing in. Its sharp mechanical arm swung down, creating an energy blade. Though it appeared to be a simple attack, its force was incredibly powerful.

Your inability to pay off your debt is a direct consequence of your ineptitude. Ves had to suppress the urge to raise his middle finger. Instead, he challenged this stupid System. "I admit, I used to be a stupid kid, but I cleaned up my act. I'm a mech designer now!" [It is your lucky day! The Mech Designer System is the ultimate tool in this galaxy to design any machine that falls under the category of mechs. Any authorized user is allowed to use this System's many tools to design any mech imaginable with no conceivable limits.]

7:24am Abuja, Nigeria. Mehr woke up early and finished her morning routine. She sauntered out of the room with her bag pack draped over her shoulder. She ambled down the stairs to eat her breakfast. "Rise and Shine Mal. Audu," Mehr said knocking on Mal. Audu's door. "Meheru ba barci naka yi ba (I'm not sleeping Meheru)." he said coming out of the room walking to the car after exchanging some pleasantries with Mehr.

Jameson motioning her inside. Shantal walks inside to giant machines hanging on the walls and cealings. They seem to be military, though Shantal can't put her finger on who uses those. Mr. Jameson says: "This is the hanger where I store all of my war machines. They're called-" "Just call them mechs." A mysterious, gruff voice, cuts him off. He walks in to the hanger, slowly revealing a 5'10 man in some type of armor and a helmet with a blue visor on his head. "Don't need to get all technical on the poor child." He laughs with a serious tone.

said Dad. Mom and Dad had already gone to see his coworkers. I didn't go with them on purpose. Because I still want to find that man. That man with a really creepy cynical gaze. When I was circulating my gaze. A boy comes up to me. I think his age is not much different from mine. The boy is tall, taller than me. Her skin was also white, and her gaze was sharp. Every now and then I turn in another direction, to avoid the look in his eyes on me. "Are you Meghan?" he asked me.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,