Xenoblade Chronicles Mechonis Novels & Stories

The Asnani was driven back first into the wall, causing a cloud of dust and debris to obscure the vision of Kronos and Acacius. “ We can’t let up even for a moment,” Kronos said, knowing there was no way this monster would be defeated so easily. “ Acacius, I’ll draw him in with my right eye’s ability to pull attractive forces. Once I get him close, you use your left eye’s ability to create an invisible clone of yourself to finish him off.” “ Sounds like a plan,” Acacius said, narrowing his eyes. Once Menkera came back into view, Kronos activated his eye’s ability to pull him towards him. Menkera snarled as he realized what Kronos was doing.

The Soul Armor that covered his body glowed softly, and though it had gathered dust, there was no damage on it. Within Mane’s Soulscape, Cronos chuckled pleasantly, his eyes dull and cold; however, when he spoke next, his tone was filled with excitement. With a small grin that didn’t reach his eyes, the one who was once acknowledged as the greatest Chaos Beast to ever exist, opened his mouth and said, “Dance little Supreme. Dance. *Boom*

said Shadow looking at Birdie (Boscage Maze), Maria Robotnik and Nexus. I looked at Nexus, a wolf with 4000 Crystal and Gemstone-like tails wearing Black Crop Top paired with a V-String Thong with Garters and with Spiked Choker, Spiked Shoulder Pads., Spiked Arm Bracelets, Fingerless Gloves, Spiked Knee Pads, Spiked Leg Bracelets connected to his His Spiked Shoes with chains, Tail Spiked Bracelets for all 4000 crystal and gemstone-like tails and Facemask; all accessories uniformly coloured in black with a Paradox Prism heart. Then Nexus and I did a dap up and Nexus turned into light. Sonic, Shadow, Birdie (Boscage Maze) and Maria Robotnik were shocked that Nexus vanished, then I morphed into

I turned to the plush mobile hanging over the center of the room—a cluster of soft, felt clouds and stars Damian had chosen himself. It looked innocent. The kind of thing an expectant father buys when he’s pretending he isn't a monster. I reached up and pinched the largest star. It was soft, filled with batting, but as my thumb pressed against the center, I felt it. A hard, microscopic grain. A shape that didn't belong in a child’s toy. I pulled the Phantom Blade from my hair—the backup needle I’d kept hidden after Damian took the primary. I sliced into the felt. A micro-transmitter tumbled into my palm, smaller than a grain of rice. It was matte white, a piece of Bio-Genesis bone-tech that

The concussive atmospheric back-blast didn't just deflect the heavy blade; it disrupted Natalia’s aerial equilibrium completely, sending a violent shudder through the muscles of her forearms and forcing her body sideways across the sloped iron shoulder of the green machine. She hit the iron plating of the mechanical shoulder in a low, tight roll, her bare claws digging into the riveted seams to halt her momentum as the bipedal leviathan spun on its hydraulic hips. "You are fighting the natural evolution of warfare, Queen of Strays!" Malvon’s amplified voice boomed from the acoustic horn, raw with military arrogance. Inside the control cage, his scarred hands shifted across a pair of heavy ir

I closed my eyes took a breath of the salt-burned air and forced my raw throat into the exact low-frequency hum I had inherited from my mother. It wasn't a song of war. It was a simple four-note rising cadence – the ancient Akwa Ibom melody for the clearing of the sky. Mma... Mma... Owo... Do. The moment the final note left my lips the deep amber light, on Leo’s chest flared into a blinding ring of fire that expanded outward across the entire bow of the ship. Hummmmm! The Chronos drone outside the rail reacted fast. Its big forty-foot disc turned on its side and its power core made a low noise that sounded like a jet engine going backwards. The black machine jumped over the deck railing quic

He raised the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle, the smart-scope instantly highlighting targets in the gloom. "Clear right," Ren said. Jax stepped out from the shadows, his data-sword glowing a soft, deadly blue. Behind him lumbered Brog, the awakened NPC blacksmith. Brog looked terrified, his massive forging hammer clutched tightly in his pixelated hands. "This isn't how the dungeon was coded," Brog whispered, looking at the walls. The stone textures were melting, replaced by a cascading waterfall of angry red zeroes and ones. "The Great Machine is eating the architecture."

—bone-and-iron automatons that moved with a jerky, terrifying precision. "They're targeting the twins' resonance!" Runa screamed, her daggers carving through the iron-marrow of a sentinel. In the center of the necropolis lay the Engine of Souls. It was a massive, rotating sphere of liquid-silver light—the captured spirits of our people. The sphere was held in place by four "Entropy-Anchors" made of the same starlight-iron as our Spire. "BREAK THE ANCHORS!" I roared. But as I lunged for the first anchor, Chronos-Prime appeared before me. He didn't use a blade; he used a Memory-Lance. He drove the weapon into my chest, not to kill me, but to show me the weight of the thousand years of the grav

Even deep in the Imperial Palace’s vaults, detained novices and sympathetic guards shook off dampeners and rallied to the cause. At the Skyforge Citadel’s peak, Vera and Lucien raced through melting corridors—once silent, now alive with liberated fury. Outside, the Citadel’s defenders scrambled as awakened hybrids poured through shattered gates. On the ramparts, rebels from Orion’s aqueduct breach gutted ballistae; Selene’s covert scholars seized command posts. Vera broke from Lucien’s side, racing to the execution ring where the heart of the pulse-weapon lay dormant. She touched the shattered lattice: its crystal petals now corroded with starlight. She smiled—relief and triumph burning in h