Bladewolf Metal Gear Novels & Stories

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 looked around frantically for Abby, but the scene surrounding me suddenly turned blurry, and only a familiar voice snapped me back to my senses. “Damien!” Kora called and tossed me a sword when I looked at her, it was one of the swords from the wall of weapons in the mansion and I was glad that I was familiar with it. I could do some serious damage with this bad boy. Kora ran in the opposite direction as me to fight off some people while a warrior came towards me for an attack, he had a sword just like mine, and probably figured that I was an equal opponent. Our swords clashed with a loud clang and I followed through with my motion, letting my body do a full spin, cutting his legs as my bo

The blood and pain only show how much I can handle everything. “Nice catch,” he grinned as I throw the blade back in his direction, silently aiming at his head, but the devil caught the blade before it can even touch the strand of his hair. I hissed when he threw a bottle. It’s the antidote to the poison that he poured over his blade. Alpha Zach is known to use his blade for everything. Our bullet is made of special orbs that allow rogues and werewolves to be killed in just one bullet. While her blade is made by the legend metalsmith and he has a collection of poison that he uses to kill his victims.

While Gavin took Machine Guns such as bren machine gun,hotchkiss machine gun and MG42 Mag machine gun. Just like Cardo also picked the outstanding Schwarzlose machine gun, an AK-47 and tanto point a dagger class. Kulas took the assault rifle, a 6-inch stainless steel blade Ontario MK-3 Navy Knife and ammunition. "Woahh khez babes you look beautiful and at the same time you're scary"He's laughing at me after he said it to me afterwards he place it carefully. "so I won't bother you anymore"he added and turn to our busy companion.

Kael barked, wiping water from his eyes as he crouched beside my chest. “I will give you three seconds,” I replied. I stood up flat in the pouring rain, raising my broadsword into the howling wind. The black plasma flame along the blade erupted with blinding force, drawing the gunship’s primary searchlight directly onto my face. I swung the heavy blade in a sweeping overhead arc, sending a wave of dark-matter fire straight up into the gunship’s forward glass. The pilot swerved sharply to avoid the thermal blast, exposing the unarmored intake vent on the craft’s right side.

"Be something that survives the blade." The magnetic seal locks. I sit in the dim light of the Faraday cage with my hand resting where his palm was, and the child's heartbeat still tuned to his frequency. The drugs are already losing ground—I can feel the silver threads pushing back against the amber weight in my veins. I reach into the bedpost and close my fingers around the Phantom Blade. The titanium needle begins to hum faintly, the silver light from my skin leaping onto the metal as though it recognizes it. He wants a weapon.

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