Bladewolf Metal Gear Novels & Stories

The Milan winter was a blade of steel-grey light and biting wind, a season that suited the new, hardened contours of their world. The Seoul trip had been a conclusive stroke, severing the last, frayed psychic tie to the past. Jay moved through the penthouse with a settled authority that was now bone-deep. The black ring and the wolf’s-head pin were not ornaments; they were integrated, like the fast-twitch muscles of a predator.

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.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

Leo roared. ​Elena was already a blur. She didn't run; she flowed. Her silver molecular blades weren't just weapons; they were extensions of her kinetic energy. She hit the first guard with a spinning kick that shattered his visor, followed by a twin-blade strike that severed the power cabling on his heavy armor. ​"One down!" she shouted, her voice a sharp contrast to the booming echoes of the rifles. ​Leo reached the center of the room. He didn't have blades. He had his fists and the "Null" fire. As two Paladins closed in on him, their armored boots thudding rhythmically, Leo slammed his palms into the floor.

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.

Blade let out a low groan one that was a mix of pleasure, pain and disappointment, though when he looked into the male’s eyes he smirked and readjusted his cock in his pants before reaching up and removing the silver chains from his wrists, catching his weak body and helping him to rest on the floor. Knowing that he needed much more blood and that Vampire blood wasn’t good enough Blade walked to the cell door retrieved the key and walked down the dungeon hall stopping at the first cell containing one of the Werewolf rogues. Blade unlocks the door and enters the cell. The rogue is shackled and weakened by the silver so it doesn’t take much more than a hard punch to the jaw to knock it out. Bl

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.

Something at the back of his mind kept nagging at Bladesmith but he wasn't sure what it was. 'Wait, didn't the lad make something similar to ammo and loaded it into that weapon?' Bladesmith opened his eyes in realization when he remembered this, but it was far too late. Before he could even blink, he heard a sound. BANG!!! Bladesmith looked over to find his shadow falling to the ground with two holes in its body. One in the head and the other in its chest. Looking at Kirou, he could see that the lad took a few hits in some none vital areas so that he could trade them for the shadow's life. The lad currently stood there as if out of energy. It seems like he underestimated the kid when he had

The Promethean blader used the plasma blade gauntlets striking the other Demon several times before smacking the monster’s head off. The Blader followed up with a flurry of punches with a powerful uppercut knocking the demon into the air before he delivered a powerful downward swing slicing it in half. Marky moved in after Rex and Genji cleared the way as he shot several soldiers in the head killing them instantly. One of the possessed jumped out of nowhere trying to impale Marky he dodged to his left pulled out his laser pistol shooting the soldier 2 in the body and 1 to the head before he used his cloaking field to reposition himself.

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?"