Bladewolf Metal Gear Novels & Stories

James, in his wolf form, burst from the darkness, his jaws snapping shut around a werewolf guard's throat, rendering him unconscious. Victor, with his vampire speed, blurred past a pair of human guards, taking them down with swift kicks to the backs of their knees. Mabel, with her own supernatural agility, leapt onto a troll-like creature, wrapping its massive arms behind its back as Luang darted in to deliver a precise tranquilizer shot. I moved through everything like a phantom, my eyes fixed on the main building. Ember's sniper shots rang out, taking out security cameras and alarms, plunging the area into darkness. Albert took point, clearing a path through the remaining guards with his m

Madam Amelia asked. “My plan was to render her powers useless.” I diplomatically said. Though, as I did, I felt the copper dagger I had bought with me. The one I was going to stab into her heart. The real answer, yes, I was going to kill her daughter. Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me.

But with the belt, Axe started swinging for them, slapping the leather against one of their necks before striking him hard across the chest, causing him to fall onto the floor, wheezing loudly. As the next guy rushed for him, he slapped the belt against his eyes, beating the daylight out of his sight. Holding her breath, Leia watched as Axe swung the belt with precision and force, each strike hitting its mark with a sickening thud. The room was filled with the sound of screams, both from the thugs and the guests, who were now cowering in fear. With each hit, Axe's eyes were cold, his movements fluid and calculated as he fought off the attackers. He was like a predator, taking down his prey w

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

“I’m Julius. This is Liam and Mark. We’ll be your opponents since you fools thought you could just walk in and win.” He says it like we’re already buried. I take a long drag of my cigar, blow the smoke right in his smug face, then toss it to the floor. “I don’t need introductions.” I crack my neck left, then right. “I need blood.” I toss my gun aside, unsheathing my twin blades, forged with wolfsbane and reinforced silver. The blades hum. “Let’s dance, assholes.” They move like lightning. Julius lunges for me—fangs bared, claws slicing through the air. I twist, barely dodging as he rakes a claw across my chest armor. The metal screeches in protest but holds. Bastard has strength.

Worst, it seemed that their numbers were infinite. Blade started moving. In a blink of an eye, the tides turned in their favor. He finally moved and killed our allies one by one. Sometimes he killed two or three at the same time. Blood covered his whole body. He is still in his human form. His eyes bore vengeance and lust for murder. He kills as though he was only dancing to the beat of the music. Truly, he is one powerful wolf. I glanced at our allies. I witnessed them die one by one.

he said and handed me a file. “Okay. Track down Diamond next.” I said as I went through the file. “Boss, your weapons and armor are ready. Black painted Desert Eagles with black bullets. Black spandex and mask made from mithril ore. Your sword were also infused with adamantium and mithril ore making it extremely durable even against M60 machine guns. We have carefully collected 10 black roses. Everything is ready for your departure.” Starlet said. He acts my right hand man and he commands respect in the KWE organization.

I kicked the blade across the asphalt instead. “Boss!” Meatball bellowed from behind the wheel. The fat bastard launched himself out of the car, surprisingly quick for two hundred and fifty pounds of pasta-fed muscle. He slammed into the second guy like a linebacker, driving him into the side of the sedan. Metal dented with a crunch. Gunshots echoed, wild, sloppy. Sparks flew off the hood as the third Lombardi dog sprayed the car. I ducked, rolled, came up behind him. My arm snaked around his throat, Glock jammed against his temple.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

She flinched at the sound, pressing herself further into the wall, as if she could disappear into it. How easily people broke when faced with true power. The door creaked open before I could speak. Three sharp knocks. My men. The scent hit me first—metallic, ancient, laced with power so old it made my wolf stir restlessly beneath my skin. Even hidden, its presence pulsed in the air, thick and potent. The Silver Blade. Two of my most trusted warriors strode into the room, their boots heavy against the marble floor. One carried the weapon in his gloved hands, wrapped in thick, dark cloth, while the other lingered slightly behind, his sharp amber eyes scanning the room like the predator he was.