Bladewolf Metal Gear Novels & Stories

The blade's power, like a storm that was going to consume everything, instantly disappeared. Harvey managed to easily catch the blade with just two fingers! The counterattack was so powerful that the Metal Ninja King's palms were becoming numb…

He let the massive LMG hang on its sling, reached back, and drew the heavy, scavenged Blackwatch vibro-machete he had strapped to his thigh. He activated the blade. It hummed with a terrifying, high-frequency vibration. Leo intercepted the two Praetorians chasing Kara. He didn't try to block their plasma halberds; he stepped inside their guard. He slammed his armored shoulder into the first Praetorian's hard-light shield, the sheer mass of the Juggernaut armor buckling the cyborg's knees. With a brutal, sweeping arc, Leo drove the vibrating machete through the gap in the Praetorian’s armor at the waist, severing its hydraulic spine.

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

Rows of glass cases held cursed artifacts, ancient weapons, and vials of glowing liquids. "Aisle 4," Kael directed. "Shelf B. You’re looking for a lead box. That’s the Star-Metal blade. And the Dream-Root should be in a cryo-tube next to it." Ethan ran down the aisle. He found them. The blade was jagged, made of metal that seemed to absorb the light. The Dream-Root was a gnarly tuber floating in blue liquid. He grabbed them, shoving them into his tactical pouch.

Blade didn't even transform, it only took him a single punch to send a guard who had already shifted, flying through multiple stacks of wooden crates. The next guard was punched so hard, he fell to the ground. One of them finally reacted, and tried to rush Blade with claws extended. With an impassive gaze, Blade caught the wolf's wrist, and twisted it so hard, his hand broke. The wolf screamed in pain, and Blade shoved him aside without a single thought. Now, more of the wolves were coming to their senses. A couple of them charged at him together. That was a big mistake, but it was also what Blade wanted. None of the wolves with guns were willing to shoot at their own men, and that meant tha

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.

I have never been to this city before, so I don’t know what is going on here. “They are part of the mafia and will take all your custom-made weapons. They are rogue hunters of sorts. Only when it benefits them, of course,” Mitne quickly whispered in my ear as the men walked closer. Right, that was what I was smelling. The silver they are carrying dipped in wolfsbane. And since I used pure silver to craft my knives, they would be interested in them. I let a table appear, and on the table, I let my blades appear. Neatly placed in all the different sizes. From big to small. Not that my biggest knife is sword like. My biggest one is the largest dagger you can make.

The Death Wolf lunged. Claws carved through the air, seeking Heratte’s flesh. His attack struck true, raking down her arm—only for the black blood that spilled to stitch itself back together. Heratte smirked. She saw the flicker of disbelief in his glowing eyes. He attacked again. They clashed, an unstoppable force against an immovable object, drawing each other’s blood like predators locked in an eternal war. Their bodies crashed against trees, uprooting them with the sheer force of their battle, leveling the land beneath them.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

Zephyr looked at his hands and saw blood making his face contort in worry. "What weapon did she use in inflicting this on you?" Lucian asked, dead serious. Zephyr went to his table and brought out the silver dagger that Bellona had used on him. On seeing it, Lucian gasped. "A silver dagger?" He then carefully took the dagger from Zephyr and examined it. "It was enchanted by a powerful sorceress to kill werewolves especially Alpha's like yourself." At that moment, Zephyr experienced a wave of dizziness and he staggered slightly making him lean on the wall for support.