Mecha Novel Stories

A strange explosion in the middle of a park granted me with a bold new power- THE ABILITY TO SUMMON A MECHA TO FIGHT WITH! But that's not all, because the first time I equipped my mecha I felt a strange connection spring into being and now... the bigger I make my harem, the stronger I make my mecha!

In the bustling heart of Paradies City, the mere mention of the name 'Justus Wallace' reverberated through the air, for he was the son of the city's wealthiest family. Yet, beneath the veneer of opulence and privilege, a secret of haunting magnitude shrouded Justus. In the cycle of rebirths, Justus has perpetually assumed the role of the antagonist, locked in a relentless struggle against the woman as the story's genuine hero. Numerous defeats have left him weary and disheartened. However, this time, a fortuitous discovery leads him to a system presenting two choices: He must either conquer or eliminate the female lead successfully. Upon achieving either of these objectives, the seemingly endless loop will finally come to an end. [Reminder: Harem is not allowed. Once you choose a female lead as the target, other female leads' storylines cannot proceed until the use of the save function. Only the newly chosen heroine can be pursued while locking the storylines of others.]

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

Going to the urban cities a no man's land for greener pastures. Through thick and thin, perseverance always conquers all. Will it be easy as they always say or not?

Harry just found out that he could see ghosts and since then Harry has helped the spirits who are still curious. Harry also just realized that his girlfriend had become a spirit. Since Harry can see spirits, he has no friends he instead befriends the spirits of young women who accompany him to help with cases about spirits who died of causes, Harry also has to take care of little girls who have inner eyes can see ghosts like himself.

Accused of being the murderer of his own parents, Deandra had to spend his golden years in prison. Ten years later, he has nothing, nor does he want anything. Living as a human who failed until the end of his life became the only option for him. But who would have thought? Another option comes with a mysterious man who asks Deandra to continue the failed story. In just one night, everything that was lost from his hands was returned to him. But all this is nothing more than another test. An ex-convict, drawn into the world of a novel where he is not the main character. How could that be? Surprisingly, that world actually provided everything that was missing from him in the real world. Now he is faced with two choices. Will he struggle to return to reality, or will he instead struggle to defend an imaginary world made especially for him? Note : The cover picture doesn't belong to me/ made by me, credits goes to the artist/owner

Lex died pathetically. One wrong night. One nervous robber. One bullet. That should have been the end. Instead, he wakes up in a Novel he had crafted, reincarnated as a nameless palace servant in the magical city of Greyl, Lex finds himself at the very bottom of a world ruled by monsters, mages, and ruthless nobles. Worse, he isn’t the protagonist. He’s a background character. A disposable extra in a story that devours people like him. But death grants him one mercy. A Survival System. No glory. No hero’s destiny. No chosen-one prophecy. Just one directive: Live. Armed with fragmented knowledge of the world’s future and a system built purely for survival, Lex plans to remain invisible. Adapt. Endure. Escape the coming disasters. But something is wrong. The body he inhabits is not ordinary. Beneath the servant’s rags lies a lineage erased from history, a bloodline that once made ancient prodigies kneel… a power that commands a presence capable of tipping Aetheria’s fragile balance in a single night. Now the world isn’t just dangerous. It’s watching him. And if the they discovers what he truly is... Survival may no longer be enough.

Ten years before the Pandemonium Gate tore the world apart, street exorcist Harrison Thorne wakes up with a second chance. Armed with memories of a ruined future where demons possess technology and the woman he loved died in his arms, Harrison seeks out Nyxis Vane, the future underworld queen who is currently just a desperate elite hacker. To save her younger brother from a fanatical tech-cult, Nyxis joins forces with Harrison. But as they fight through demon-possessed servers and corrupt corporate enforcers, Nyxis begins to piece together the terrifying truth: Harrison knows too much about her, and he is haunted by a ghost that looks exactly like her.

Good things come to those who wait. For Matt and Emmy Millar, the adage could not have come true at a better time. They’ve waited long enough. Snagging a deal on a property, the couple set out to build the house of their dreams. Designing it from the ground up, the couple sacrificed their time, savings, and most of their income for the foreseeable future to see the plan through. When the day finally came, the Millars, together with their two daughters – Gina and Jean, eagerly moved in to their brand-new house. All’s well that ends well. For the Millars, this was not the end. It was only the beginning. After holding a housewarming party, Matt and Emmy swelled with pride, with a sense of accomplishment. The house was a testament to how good they were together. A validation of all the hard choices they had to make to provide a better life for their children. This was the first, significant step. A true beginning. It was only the beginning of something else too. Warning: The book contains foul language, graphic sexual depictions, sexual innuendos, and graphic depictions of violence. Not for the faint of heart.

Left for dead in a freezing gutter after being betrayed by his high-society fiancée, Ethan Vance hits rock bottom. But as his final breath fades, a supernatural interface awakens within his mind: The Supreme System. Every insult, every blow, and every drop of contempt directed at him is no longer his defeat—it is his ultimate capital, converting raw malice into unstoppable physical power. The world wanted him broken. Now, they will choke on what they made.