Romans & histoires Bladewolf Metal Gear

Just evidence. Photographs. Documents. A single typed note. Sera's hands trembled as she unfolded the note again, though she'd memorized every word weeks ago: Your mate discovered something he shouldn't have. The order came from Alpha Kael Stormridge of the Silvermoon Pack. Marcus was asking too many questions about their border operations. I'm sorry I can't come forward-they'd kill me too. But you deserve to know the truth. He didn't die in a rogue attack. He was assassinated. On the Alpha's orders.

The blade was the hidden rapier concealed within the ebony cane—Chloe’s most ingenious design. With the "Ghost" pinned and screaming, the elder Liam turned his gaze toward the Fat Man. His eyes were cold, sharp reflections of the blade he had just deployed. The Fat Man’s knees gave out instantly. He collapsed into a heap, his hands raised in surrender. "It’s not my fault! It’s not my fault! Kevin Blue made me do it! I didn't do anything!" The elder Liam didn't waste words. He stepped forward and delivered a kick so powerful it flipped the Fat Man over, leaving him groaning in a heap. A second strike ensured he wouldn't be moving for a long time.

The deeper one ventured, the deadlier it became, with monstrous beasts lurking that could destroy even the strongest warriors. One misstep could mean certain death. "Perfect," the armored youth murmured. "Once he regains his strength, it'll be the perfect chance to test my new technique—Blood Wolf Blade." He licked his lips in anticipation. Blood Wolf Blade was a potent martial technique capable of conjuring the phantom of a blood wolf, unleashing devastatingly powerful attacks. It was regarded as one of the finest combat arts, and he was eager to test it on his unsuspecting prey.

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.

Fighting in human form will be more advantageous than in werewolf form, which means fighting to death. Blade was lost in her thoughts, so she did not notice that Medina attacked her again. Blade has no choice but to attack her again. She was thankful that Medina did not let others intervene. However, Blade already knew she was at a disadvantage with her fight with Medina. The longer the fight gets, the more powerful Medina gets. And Blade could not see most of her attack. She had suffered a lot of injuries, making her speed and attacks dull. But Medina also got a lot of injuries from her, although her attacks were weak. Eventually, Blade's knees weakened and she knelt, Medina kicked her head

The red-eyed creature lunged. Darkness exploded across the battlefield. It swallowed the remains of the Trial of Two Hearts. Mountains of black mist rose into the sky. Each one took the shape of snarling beasts with glowing crimson eyes. Their roars shook the heavens. Kael tightened his grip on the silver blade. The weapon felt alive. It pulsed with every beat of his heart, like it had been waiting centuries for his touch. Beside him, Rhydian held the golden blade. The moment their shoulders brushed, both swords began to hum. Silver and gold light intertwined, forming invisible threads between them.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

Blood Wolf looked at the hostages critically as if he were selecting goods in a supermarket. "I'll choose you then." Blood Wolf pointed at an oriental man who wore glasses. Two members of Golden Wolf Mercenary walked to the man and dragged him ten meters away. Faced with a group of vicious thugs, the skinny man with glasses was frightened and made no struggle. However, all the people could tell that it was useless for him to struggle. He was no match for the two well-built men, and there was a huge gap between their power. Blood Wolf raised the strange-looking gun and pointed it at the man with glasses, grinning and showing his chilling white teeth to the camera. "Dear friends from Huaxia an