Fantasy Mech Romane & Geschichten

The shield was protecting my clothes, hair, and skin was all protected. Jackson took a picture with his phone to show me what I looked like. I looked like a blue vampire phoenix. The flames sprang out from me, looking like feathers. The blending of blues was beautiful and showed how hot the flames were. Beautiful…powerful…a warrior… ‘My name is Imeela Precoza. Watch out Andrei because I am coming for you, and your head will be mine.’

I yelled at her, my heart beating so fast that it would pop out any moment. "You saw?" She asked, chuckling. "What sa- WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT?!!!! HOW?!" "I told ya, you'll develop a potus soon. You could have it since birth only if you weren't a halfling. There are many more powers in you which you have to explore yet, that was not even a bit of your powers." She said, looking at me with unreadable emotional eyes." You're a satangel's daughter Athena, your mother's a complete satangel unlike your second mum, Bethany. And I'm a complete satangel"

They have blue blood and are mostly scale skinned. The Wyrm class are large snake-like creatures, with no legs and purple blood. Their fangs are poisonous and the fuckers are quick. Their skin is tough but light making for good leathers, it is always black in colour. Hydra class are giant creatures that breathe fire from their multiple heads, they are rare and extremely difficult to take down. They also have purple blood.

“It shows that our ancestors came from a world that was probably in the beginning of the industrial revolution. There were even old texts unearted from thousands of years ago which included blue prints for agricultural equipment that ran on steam. Sadly, they seem to have lost favor as the people relied more on the use of magic...” “Oh...” Dorin, Mar and Johan both looked at Mordecai wide-eyed. “Now, can we go on with the rest of the translations?” Xander said impatiently. “Oh, where was I...?” Johan took a deep breath. They turned off the small lights, keeping the tiniest the smallest light that shone the brightest in the darkness that the fake sun left in it’s wake so as to find a way to b

What will happen when the charismatic crown prince of the Arisee clan son of the great dubious king Ziba falls in love with the slave girl who worked in the maize farm where he was supposed to supervise. Conflicted and torn, he would have to make his choice wisely either to send the slave girl down to the deadliest places or have her all to himself and dance to the drum beats of the masquerades... Coming soon.

he begged and I nodded I don't know what he really want to say. He came closer to me and sat on my bed.. "please promise me"he begged again Like seriously!! "OK since you don't trust me let's make a deal, if I get mad you'll slap me back to earth"i said "slap you? "he asked "yeah slap me"i said "hmm, deal"he said "talk already "I yelled This is not me, am really changing all because of Jace. "I would first like to apologize for making you pass through all this headache "he paused

She tilted her head while questioning. "Oh, we have books and plenty of stories about mythical creatures, I think most, if not all of it exist here." Alexis nodded as she spoke, she was fairly confident her brain conjured up all these creatures to distract her from her impending death. As depressing as it was, Alexis hadn't felt the slight bit affected by the thought because she was thoroughly distracted. "Like history books?" The woman asked looking slightly suspicious of Alexis. Though Alexis noticed she thought nothing of it. "No, no fictional books. Like romances and stuff." She knew the word fantasy probably didn't exist here. "Enough of that anyway. Your my mana tutor, right?" Her voic

What is that Brother? Nethersbane. The most magical artifact in the whole continent. It is also known as "The Holy Sword". It could kill anyone with just one slash. Ydar, being afraid that someone with ill intentions might possess this powerful thing, cast a spell on it. No one could wield it except if the sword itself will recognize them as its rightful master. " Swo, bwader wants to wab a vewey powerpyul swoyd? Yeyyy! Bwader Henry will kill mwonsters and bad guys! Bwader Henry is swo cool!"

He appreciated the miraculous powers of the System for allowing him to get accustomed to such amazing procedures in a matter of days instead of months. In a good mood and prompted by his rich creativity, he even added in the Fayette ECM and the Festive Cloud Generator onto the custom mech's head. In keeping up with a ghost theme, he set the clouds to generate only greyscale colors, nicknaming the mech the Phantasm. [Design Evaluation: Fantasia 2R Phantasm.] Variant name: Fantasia 2R Phantasm Original Manufacturer: Kezia Armaments Weight Classification: Light Recommended Role: Scout/Ambusher

Draco had unleashed prototype after bizarre prototype in its effort to defeat our insurgency, but none were as fundamentally terrifying as the one that floated before me. Stocky legs melded into something that resembled the body of a jet. Matte black armour shone in the sunlight, smooth, aerodynamic and almost completely featureless. Two large missile launchers flanked one large, bloodred floodlight. Near the mech's sides, two massive wings extended outwards, lined with roaring jet engines. The mech was flying. As I watched in horror, the Zephyrus hovered towards us and opened fire once more, missiles soaring towards the Firmament. "What the hell is it with you and naming mechs after gods?"