Novel & Cerita Bladewolf Metal Gear

He averted his gaze to Alpha Blake’s body laying on the ground, he drove the phoenix sword into Alpha Blake’s neck, separating Alpha Blake’s neck from his shoulders. “Kill them all” Alpha Ryder roared as he continued cutting Alpha Blake’s body into tiny pieces.

Ramon agreed, wrapping his arm around his mate’s waist. The Mate Bond Brawl was over. The shadows had been vanquished. And in their place, a legacy was born. The legacy of the Lunar Ailura and the Vampire Lord. A new era had begun.

With a shared glance, Zilver and Eskaal charged forward, their silver blades cutting through the night air with a haunting sound. The clash of steel against fangs and claws echoed through the graveyard. Zilver and Eskaal moved with uncanny precision and strength, their silver swords glinting in the moonlight. The vampiric army was so confident, now reeled from the painful burns inflicted by the enchanted silver.

Neither reached for it. Instead… The blade divided itself. Not breaking. Separating. Two identical swords now floated before them. One carried a silver wolf engraved upon its hilt. The other… A black raven. Matteo stared in disbelief. “It changed…” Mira whispered, “It remembered.” ⸻ Alessio carefully accepted the silver-bladed sword. Leonardo instinctively caught the darker twin. The moment both brothers held their weapons… A shockwave spread throughout the cathedral. The shattered stained-glass windows repaired themselves.

However, after that everything happened so fast. Another man beside the sofa slashed the blade he was carrying into Mrs. Maya’s right hand. Nadira gasped and so did the injured person. The red bloody wound looked deep and painful, but Mrs. Maya tried to endure it. The white skin of the woman grew pale. “If you say that again, you will die,” the man with the deep voice sneered. “Besides, I know you're lying. One of my men made the mistake of saying that someone would be tasked with taking the wolvire’s stuff to the hideout. We killed that guy, not knowing that it was you who was actually assigned. Is that right, Maya the Right Hand of INDICENT?"

Smoke and debris filled the air as a figure came down through the hole, landing in a tactical crouch with weapons already drawn. It was Blade, followed by three more Reapers that Velia didn't recognize. "Sorry we're late. Traffic was terrible, " Blade announced and opened fire on the startled guards. Chaos erupted in the room. The Reapers engaged Rosario's forces while the original pack members dove for cover. And in the confusion, Velia saw her chance. She ran toward the platform where Venom was chained, dodging bullets and falling debris. A guard tried to intercept her, but Hardin appeared from nowhere and tackled the man to the ground.

Using the momentum of her hips, she drove the blade deep into the rogue's body. It was a custom self-defense dagger, its core packed with high-purity liquid silver. Squelch—! "AAAGH!!!" "You bitch!" The rogue never expected Elena to be carrying a silver weapon—a literal death sentence for a werewolf. Stabbed through the shoulder and his femoral artery, the liquid silver began searing his blood. He collapsed to the floor, let out a gut-wrenching scream. The second rogue let out a roar, his eyes turning bloodshot. Like a rabid beast, he lunged forward to help his partner.

SpeedBlade: I roar as I charge toward Lightning Storm, my sword in my hand. Running right up to the villain, I shove him back and prepare to strike him with my sword. However, as I am swinging my sword, I see out of the corner of my helmet three arrows directly in front of me. "Oh no," I say, seeing a tiny, blinking red light on them. It's too late. Even with my speed, I still can't get away in time. The arrows all explode. I scream once more as I'm knocked back, my sword falling out of my hand while I drop to the floor.

“Every bullet makes you mine, Maddox. You’re dancing to my tune, just like always.” I fired into the smoke, screaming back, “Come face me then, coward!” The laugh that followed was worse than silence. Two men rushed from the left. Blade moved fast, slamming Gage into one of them before burying his knife into the other’s gut. The man howled, staggering back with blood gushing between his fingers. “Still got it,” Blade muttered, ripping the blade free. “Less talking, more killing!” Nova snapped, swinging a heavy wrench she’d grabbed off a bike. It cracked against a biker’s skull, and he dropped, limp.

That he’d grown addicted. Blade moves first, sweeping the room with his scanner. Spade covers the rear. Their movements are crisp, almost soundless. These are men who’ve walked through death before and didn’t mind coming back. Tables line the far wall, littered with rusted tools, syringes, and vials still half-filled with something milky. There’s a cage pushed into the corner. Small. Too small. The metal inside is bent, as if someone, or something, had clawed to get out.