Bladewolf Metal Gear Novels & Stories

With a solemn determination etched upon her face, she accepts the responsibility entrusted to her, embracing the role of defender and protector. Thorne's voice resonates with conviction as he imparts his knowledge, sharing the secrets of the weapons' effectiveness. Each blade holds the potential to turn the tide of battle, their design honed through years of trial and error. They represent Miguel's legacy, a legacy now entrusted to Zelda to wield against the very forces that took Miguel's life.

Balls And waves of red hot fire and golden flames flew like raindrops, knocking its target. The patrols fought for their lives, slashing and trusting their spears and swords to the enemies. Bong and Bato were fighting back to back a black wolf but suddenly the grasses on their feet grew and wrapped them. They helplessly cut the grasses but they just keep growing. Seizing the opportunity, the wolf lunged at the both of them and bit their head off. Bato's perfectly round and shiny head rolled on the ground and was squashed to pulp by a Reaper. Rila stared in horror at her friends. She picked a dagger from her hips and threw it on the plant Badblood. The dagger sunk perfectly on the forehead.

leaves rained gently on the road, shaken from their branches by the autumn wind. "For starters, I've got six men aiming at you two, each gun is loaded with a silver bullet that can kill a vampire instantly," I said sternly, "I guess you've watched 'Blade'? Well, that's what I mean." I could see the two men now frightened realizing what they were facing, that I wasn't alone, I was not just a common thief, and that my team has got guns with bullets that can kill a vampire.

He looked frozen in place. “Peekaboo,” Silver said. Vlad's eyes widened. Silver attacked even before the other man could twitch in reaction. He released hundreds of spinning compressed blades of water at Vlad, reducing him to minced meat that splattered to the ground. Silver didn’t hear Vlad scream.

The robot’s chest plate began to drip, molten metal falling to the floor with sizzling plops. “Clear visual!” Willz yelled. Mello, finally finished, held up his sketchbook. He had drawn not a bazooka, but a long, wicked-looking katana with a serrated edge. “I hear you, brother!” Bryan, his energy clearly flagging, gasped out, “Make the final move!” Willz’s scythe appeared in his hands in a swirl of shadow. Mello’s drawing glowed, and the katana materialized before him, dropping into his grip.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

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.

He whirled, instantly shifting into a fighting stance, but one of the attackers had already drawn a weapon—a short blade that gleamed with an unnatural blue light. Silver-infused steel. Everything seemed to slow down. I saw the blade arcing toward Leo's back as he grappled with the first attacker. I saw Enzo's eyes flutter open, confusion and fear crossing his battered face. I saw my own hand reaching out uselessly, too far away to help.

He lunged again, bringing the silver-coated blade down in a vicious, blindingly fast arc aimed at my heart. I dodged to the left, letting my wolf's heightened reflexes push my body out of his line of attack. My hand closed around the heavy, silver-plated candleholder resting on the vanity edge. Without thinking, I swung it with all the strength my human frame could muster. CRASH. The heavy metal struck him squarely across the jaw and neck, sending a spray of sparks and dark blood across the stone floor. He staggered back with a fierce snarl, the silver burning his skin, but it wasn't enough to bring down a rogue driven by bloodlust.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.