Bladewolf Metal Gear Novels & Stories

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.

Alfi exclaimed. “Just keep barking.” The guy provokes Alfi. “Megumi! Weapon number 5!” Alfi exclaimed. Megumi then presses the halation number 5 and a pair of brown rolling blades appear. Megumi throws them into the air and Alfi jumps so high. The blades are set to both of his legs by themselves. “Oh, is that your weapon? Using rollerblades to fight me? What an insult.” He said. Alfi then runs very fast that his legs look like brown flash driving very fast. When Alfi has reached that guy, he launches a fast kick barrage to the guy that the guy has no time to use his sword to block the assault that he is shoved and tumbled not too far.

Watching his flanks collapse, his squad get picked apart, with the calm patience of a man who'd already factored in these losses. Because I was exactly where he wanted me. "There you are," he said. He was tall in person. Taller than Valtherion. Lean, angular, with the economy of movement that spoke of decades of combat. Gray at the temples. Pale eyes that reflected the moonlight like mirrors. A long silver blade in each hand, not ornamental. Working weapons. The edges hummed with something that made my shadow bloodline recoil. Anti-bloodline steel. Forged specifically to cut through ancient power.

Glacier pressed the attack mercilessly, aiming for the other eye. Roosevelt frowned. From thin air, the first Dark Blade—the original weapon he had ever forged—materialized in his hand. He hurled it with deadly precision. The blade tore through the air and sank deep into Glacier’s right wing. Blood sprayed in a wide arc. Raphael lost balance, cursing violently. “If that’s how you want it,” Raphael growled. He swung Frostbite wildly at Roosevelt. “Shadow Scale,” Roosevelt whispered. Raphael’s sword burst into flames and crumbled to ash in an instant. Shock flashed across his face.

The first was to use the Thunder Order, and the second was to use the Soul Blade. Although the thunder and lightning from the Thunder Order could not smash the close-defense missiles made from steel, it could at least destroy the close-defense missiles’ circuit system. If the close-defense missiles lost power, it would be equivalent to the battery of an electric vehicle being stolen. The huge turret and thick barrel would not be able to move at all, let alone lock onto the target. The power of the Soul Blade was even greater. It could cut through iron as if it was cutting clay, so if Charlie were to use it on the close-defense missiles, the Soul Blade would be able to cut the close-defense m

said Hazel. Squad 105 have no words when realizing the hidden power of their weapons. “Unlike other weapon, GRD-class and GLT-class are the only weapon that can transform Plasma Blade and Rail Gun at once.” Said Stevan. “This bow was made from two Plasma Blade … is it called a bow?” said Dallas. “Off course a bow, you still shooting arrows from it. But if you add Rail Gun while releasing your Encoded Weapon, it will change to crossbow.” Said Lucas.

"Boss, please go easy on me." "I will." As soon as Victor finished speaking, he swung the Electromagnetic Dual-Pole Blade towards Windfall. As the Electromagnetic Dual-Pole Blade was swung, an invisible electromagnetic field covered a hundred-meter radius around Victor's mech. The magnetic field gave Windfall, a mechanical lifeform, some trouble. "Boss, my body feels a bit numb," Windfall told Victor as he swung his flail to block Victor's attack. It must be said that Windfall's flail was indeed very tough. The Electromagnetic Dual-Pole Blade couldn't damage it. It was unknown what metal the flail was made of.

I became a blur of white and violet. ​I met the first wave with steel. My obsidian blades, forged in the fires of the Shadow Valley, sliced through vampire flesh like it was water. I ducked a claw swipe, spun, and took the legs off one leech. I vaulted over another, driving my blade down through its collarbone. ​It was a dance. A violent, bloody dance. ​I felt the Blackwood wolves hesitate, then join the fray. I heard Kaelen’s roar as he tore into the enemy. We were fighting on the same side. The irony almost made me laugh.

Gage moves in front of Melody to protect her against Blaze. The two men approach one another. Gage stares Blaze in the eyes. Blaze’s eyes are icy blue, cold and dark. He wonders what Melody ever saw in this man. Why was she attracted to a dark, icy, evil man? His mind strays from the scene momentarily, something metal out of the corner of his eye. Blaze strikes Gage with a metal rod, he had hidden behind his back. Gage falls to the floor, unconscious. His head, a wound bleeding.

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.