Xenoblade Chronicles Mechonis Novels & Stories

After we became mates, Johnny was so afraid Zack would threaten his position that he locked Zack away. As I stood at the entrance of the manor, I crushed the only blooming rose at the gate with my hand. Zack was nearby, leaning against the doorframe, a charming and cunning smile on his lips. "Looks like you're in trouble, Honored Luna?" I nodded lightly, crushing the petals in my hand. "It's time for the pack to have a new Alpha." When Johnny returned from his trip, I would give him a surprise he would never forget.

"Now that I have returned, you can continue to claim a bond that does not exist… or you can stand with me, with us, and protect what remains of our kind." For the first time, the three ancients hesitate. Arinthal looks to Tharros. Kaiden looks at Jasmine. Finally, Tharros smirks. "Well," he drawls, his wings folding against his back. "I suppose it’s been a while since I had something worth fighting for." Arinthal nods once. Kaiden is the last to concede. His amber eyes linger on Jasmine for a long, unreadable moment before he exhales. "Very well. I will stand with you, Mother Ailuranthrope."

a blinding and terrible light all over the place due to the crystaline nature of the battleglass. This particular radiance was slowing their work down. "Chairman Nueman, can't you control the reflecting enchantment of the battleglass, this is another hindrance. Basiton is in great darkness plus out experimental dog [Test monkey] escaped, tch!" "You mean, Modret? That lad is smart. Smarter than his age, don't you see... he's so small." Levia commented pumping an obsidian air sac. Mechanically, the Canvas was ran by power services and mechanical handtech! So currently the scrunching of iron and and clicking of metals which held most of the pala foul where it is needed.

Citizens, once again living in the harmonious balance crafted by the Chrono Custodian's guidance, sought to explore the twists of knowledge and enlightenment that lay beyond the cosmic horizon. Elara, forever attuned to the echoes of the Aeon Nexus, embarked on a cosmic journey to unravel deeper mysteries. The twists of her exploration led her to ancient cosmic libraries, where enigmatic texts spoke of a cosmic artifact known as the "Chronicle Prism." This artifact was said to hold the key to unlocking untold cosmic truths and was hidden across multiple dimensions.

Zenith Prime. The Genesis Forge. Zero Hour + 1 Hour 10 Minutes. The three remaining automated Guardians did not feel fear. They did not hesitate. Their programming only recognized that an unauthorized biological entity had just shattered their lead unit with impossible, unassisted kinetic force. The mechanical hounds lunged simultaneously, a perfectly coordinated strike designed to tear Sebastian apart from three different angles. "Boss, watch your six!" Jack roared, desperately trying to swing his Defender mech's rotary cannon around, but he was too slow.

Through the haze of unconsciousness, a faint hum persisted—a rhythmic, mechanical pulse that cut through the silence. Blooby’s crystalline eyes glowed brighter, and his small, copper fingers adjusted knobs and levers with practiced precision. Steam hissed softly as his gears whirred into overdrive. “Adjusting energy output,” Blooby muttered in his monotone voice, his core crystal pulsating faintly with light. “Redirecting power to maintain movement.” The mechanical knight’s actions were deliberate, every motion calculated to keep the carriage moving. Despite the weight of his master slumped beside him, he worked tirelessly, siphoning just enough energy from his core to compensate for Lydia’s

On its shoulder was a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Antipersonnel Chaingun, which loaded directly from an ammunition pack on the mecha’s back. Xylo was in her own mecha, a B-ranked Terra Nach Mar “Phantom” Mechanized Infiltrator. Its paint scheme was dark blues on smoke grays, in a pattern meant for nighttime incursions. On its shoulder was an A-ranked Terra Nach Mar “Executor” Sniper Cannon. Each of them wielded a C-ranked Federal Shipyards Machine Pistol, which was paired with a B-ranked Federal Shipyards “Citadel” Tower Shield. “It almost feels like we’re bullying them,” said Freya.

His parents even bought him a personalized mech simulator so he could play Iron Spirit at home. Right now, the matchmaking finished finding an opponent for TheSeventhSnake. Curious, he checked his opponent's profile while the game loaded the battlefield. Wins / Losses / Draws: 307 / 276 / 0 Equipped Mech: Orion Inc. Excelsior EE-26 (Stock) Weight Classification: Heavy "A girl, eh? The Excelsior is a tough nut to crack."

"No, Blade. You're a wolf but not an ordinary one." "What do you mean?" She smiled. "Can you remember the Legend of The Cursed Alpha?" "Yeah!" I said. "There's no wolf who doesn't know that." "Yeah." She said, still smiling. "Remember Alpha Kopis, the powerful and relentless Alpha who turned rogue and decided to go against the moon goddess..." "... Why are you telling me this fable?" I asked impatiently. "Be patient." She said then resumed her story. "And then he fought against all the gods and..."