Bladewolf Metal Gear Novels & Stories

"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.

Until the door opened. No knock. No clipboard-carrying doctor. Just a man in a dripping black trench coat filling the doorway like he owned the building. Tall. Too tall. Skin pale as marble, eyes black and endless. Shadow Guard. Had to be. The elite vampires who patrolled BludHeaven’s cliffs and made sure no one—human or otherwise—crossed lines they weren’t supposed to cross. He looked at me like I was a puzzle he hadn’t decided whether to solve or break.

The chaos erupted instantaneously. The Void-Blade brothers blurred into twin shadows, shooting across the iron deck toward Rhys's flanks with their spectral blades extended. At the same time, the Iron-Scale Pitbull let out a bloodcurdling roar, his massive reptile frame leaping high into the air, aiming to crush Rhys under six hundred pounds of augmented muscle. Victor stood back, his dark silver cybernetics humming as he waited for the trap to spring. Rhys didn't back down.

It snapped at her face, its breath smelling of copper and chemical preservatives. She spun to the left, her silver movements fluid and weightless. She allowed the wolf’s momentum to carry it past her, but as it did, she drove her silver blade upward, targeting the unarmored gap beneath its foreleg. The silver energy coating the blade sliced through the tough hide effortlessly. The moment the silver entered the creature’s bloodstream, the violet light in its eyes vanished, replaced by a flash of blinding white light as the internal cybernetics short-circuited. The wolf crashed into the central console, sparking violently before collapsing.

He averted his gaze to Alpha Blake’s body laying on the ground, he drove the phoenix sword into Alpha Blake’s neck, separating Alpha Blake’s neck from his shoulders. “Kill them all” Alpha Ryder roared as he continued cutting Alpha Blake’s body into tiny pieces.