Romans & histoires Bladewolf Metal Gear

The blood and pain only show how much I can handle everything. “Nice catch,” he grinned as I throw the blade back in his direction, silently aiming at his head, but the devil caught the blade before it can even touch the strand of his hair. I hissed when he threw a bottle. It’s the antidote to the poison that he poured over his blade. Alpha Zach is known to use his blade for everything. Our bullet is made of special orbs that allow rogues and werewolves to be killed in just one bullet. While her blade is made by the legend metalsmith and he has a collection of poison that he uses to kill his victims.

The silver blade of the "System Dagger" did not draw blood when it struck Kaelen; it drew "Static." The moment the tip of the weapon made contact with the boy’s chest, the courtyard of the Blackwood Keep exploded in a flurry of grey, redacted pixels. Kaelen let out a shriek that sounded like a thousand glass bells shattering, but his body didn't fall. It "Lacked."

There was also a red light bar on the eye part of the helmet that gave the suit its futuristic RoboCop similarities. “You have a vector high energy machine gun that emerges from the suit’s left arm. You also have a tectonic laser sword that retracts out of the right arm of the suit. It’s kind of like a Star Wars lightsaber.” Irena giggled while trying to explain most of the suit’s features to Mark. Princess Death Row could see how Mark wasn’t fascinated by the suit he was about to put on, but she didn’t care.

Cat followed to the landing, her vision still flickering between the physical world and the golden grid of the ley lines. Five men in tactical gear burst through the ruins of the window. They weren't normal soldiers. Their armor was etched with protective runes, and they carried silver-edged blades that hummed with a sickly green light. Elias met the first one mid-air. It was a display of beautiful, horrific violence. He didn't just punch; he dismantled. He caught a silver blade with his bare hand—the metal hissing against his skin—and snapped it like a dry twig before driving the jagged shard into the soldier’s throat.

"Go! Go!" Kaelor erupted from the side vent like a shadow made of spite. He didn't use a gun. He used the iron blade, the heavy metal shearing through the neck-joints of a blinded mechanical hound before the machine could deploy its heat-sensors. The Aethelgard infantry scrambled, their power-armor hissing as the electronics fried, leaving them as heavy, bumbling statues in the dark. "Move it! Grab the crates!" Kaelor barked at the shifters following in his wake.

THE GUARDS quickly drew their swords and stood in front of me to protect me. The contenders had lost their formation in one corner. And as if they had been waiting for this chance, some of them already had swords in their hands while some had shifted in their wolf forms, ready to strike at my command. However, Blade didn’t flinch. My eyes narrowed but after a few seconds, a smile formed in my lips. Nothing had changed. Blade was still very unpredictable. No one could ever tell what his next move would be.

“Hah! Can’t cast the Lonsdaleite Extermination Formation here, can you? Either way, do you seriously think you can defeat me with that lousy net?!” scoffed Ryder with a disdainful look before entering an attack stance and yelling, “Thunder Strike!” Following that, a mighty golden aurablade materialized before charging toward the group of disciples! Any Zeman the aurablade passed ended up having their chests slashed open, resulting in blood flying all over the place…! Even the Ultimate Immobilizing Net was chopped to pieces!

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

signals as they passed. Suddenly, a "High-Frequency" beam cut through the snow. Volkov appeared—a "Muscular" silhouette draped in "Recycled" wolf-furs and "Sovereign" armor. He held a "Zero-Point" blade that hummed with a "Sociopathic" blue light.

But I was still the Iron Warden. I deflected a hail of bullets with the flat of my blade. Ping. Ping. Ping. The impacts sent tremors up my arm, settling deep in my shoulder joint. "Push them back!" I ordered. My voice raw from the chemical burn. Viggo charged. Swinging a metal locker door he had ripped from the wall as a shield. Clang. Wolfy was behind him. Firing his kinetic pistol with surgical precision. Dropping rebels with shots to the gaps in their armor.