Fantasy Mech Novels & Stories

The muscular slender man was sucked towards the sword of Genesis, then seeing all the memories of the enemy he has slain, his expression seems confused and shocked at the same time. “Necromancy.” Genesis’s thought. [June 29, 1212; Great Fall Era – Present | Mechanical Enterprise Div. - Eben, Meccichuzan (11:00)] The Mechanical Enterprise Division’s Site has a hot atmosphere, forging blades, making weapons and shields, armours, making reserved cannons, arrow production and everything that has a connection towards battle and Sewers maintenance. Martha, Claude and Clark are with Jin’s Buster Sword. “Alright, we are finished with the rust cleaning. Alright! Let’s start adding more metal scraps t

My body tingled, the familiar warmth flowed through me as I held onto it letting the energy cover my whole body, healing my sore bones when I had enough I let go the energy burst into the atmosphere like tiny confetti as it went up in black flames till it disappears My body felt stronger like a wolf under a full moon. I smiled, pushing my honey blonde hair behind her ears as I slid my hand through the cover. I turned the pages one after the other carefully. If the pace was increased it would tear; I had learned that the hard way. Letting the book settle on the page I had in mind PORTALS; there were three types: time, realms and places. The hardest to pull off was the time, there was no black

He looked around to see if anyone else had noticed his observation, but they appeared to be engrossed in their individual battle. When all of Nikjin’s creatures were all dead, Vak shook his fur to rid himself of his enemies’ blood. He was a bit disappointed that the fight had ended so quickly because he still had enough energy to destroy another one hundred beasts even if they attacked him all at once. He was even more disappointed that his evil brother wasn’t among these carcasses because that would have made this victory even sweeter and ultimately indicate the end of this useless war. “Keep your eyes peeled for surprise attacks,” said the Prime Alpha. “There could be more of them hiding i

It buzzed and shimmered as though made from light. Gently, Astrapi pulled her away. “He’s not real, Ilyria,” he said, not letting her go, holding her tight to him as though he knew, understood. “An enchantment?” she said, her voice choked with sorrow. “No,” he said, “It’s mechanics. And anything mechanical was created by the Nemachi. We all used their infernal gadgets and devices and flying bits and pieces. Until we understood the cold cruelty that lay behind their toys. Remember how I was tricked at the Nemachi air fortress? It's the feint again.”

Lana returned carrying a bowl of cassava in coconut cream. From being bent over to the sewing machine, her acclaimed mother faced her. "What's that?" her Mama Cecille asks. A sweet smile tore from Lana's lips. "I have a job!" in a cheerful tone. Cecille's face brightened at what she said. “Oh, that's good. Where is it, by the way? ” she turned her attention back to the clothes being sewn so the machine made a noise again. "Mercedes Estate, it's a big company of houses and condos," she replied. "So don't take too many orders because you don't have to work hard. I'll work for the two of us from now on," she added with a smile.

Shantal hears the sky crackle loudly, almost thunderous, and looks up to see four blue dots, all in a line, fall from the sky. Shantal hears the sky crackle loudly, almost thunderous, and looks up to see four blue dots, all in a line, fall from the sky.The ground shakes and cracks as another mech appears, this one with a large machine gun on its back. The chest of the new mech opens, revealing a solider that Shantal has felt like she's seen before, but gets a headache when thinking about it too much.

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.

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.

RHYS REDMOND Asking Kira to be my fiancée has to be one of the worst mistakes I have ever made. I didn't lie about her not being my type—I prefer women who don't work for me. In all the years I have worked at Phoenix Industries, I have never dipped my pen in company ink. In fact, I don't even go out with women from the same industry.