Biomechanical Stories

A war veteran and his family get assaulted by a criminal gang, now he wants his revenge, and nothing is going to stop him.

Created unnaturally in an attempt to create a superweapon, David is the last hope of Xia. Holder of the long-lost power of Psionics, he must embark on a quest to retrieve and assemble Psion-touched artifacts and powerful techniques in hopes of defeating the great evil that threatens to tear his world asunder and destroy all he has come to care about; an evil he himself unknowingly released. Will he be able to overcome the many obstacles that stand in his way? Will it be enough? well I guess you'll just have to read my story won't you ;)

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We follow BT, a talented Wave racer who's fate becomes intertwined with an evil corporation

I wrote this for my friend and it almost made her cry. She wrote a part too, so I will put that up at a later date. Thank you so much for reading!

Bert is just an engineering student that wants to graduate and support his family. There are difficult obstacles in his path toward success, but he has the perseverance to endure the harshness of academics with the support of his friends and family.

In the shadow-cloaked city of Norlington, where eldritch horrors seep through cobblestone cracks, Dr. Fran-a prodigious surgeon stitched together by paradox-operates the clandestine Mistveil Clinic under the cryptic guidance of her [Medical Module]. Between tending to gore-streaked mercenaries and cultists whispering to void-born deities, Fran undertakes 【Diagnostic Expeditions】 across the [Prime Reality] and its splintered anomalies. Each harrowing house call sharpens her unorthodox craft, funds her biomechanical obsessions, and drags her closer to the rot festering at the world's core. Her patients? A kaleidoscope of the extraordinary: heretical nuns wielding blessed artillery, philosophers with calcified lungs still spouting prophecies, and things that wear human skin poorly. Through their wounds, Fran unravels truths-about the city's pulsating heart, her own sutured past, and why the stars above Norlington blink in hexagonal patterns.