Full Metal Panic Novels & Stories

They say in unison. "Lo.....la.....lo.....la", Ibim said amidst shivers. "What happened to her?", I asked Mina. Mina's forehead was wrinkled, a sweat was running down her temple. "She had a panic attack". Mofe was so focused walking ahead of both of us, she was going to open the door of the infirmary for us. I set her on the bed and she coiled herself into a ball. "Thank you", Mofe mouthed at me before darting her eyes to her best friend. I stood there for a while before leaving the infirmary to find my own best friend standing there holding our pages.

Pukan exclaimed. “If that’s the only choice I got, then let’s do it,” Alfi said seriously. “Alfi!” Megumi is getting terrified even more. “Well, I don’t want to do so. Actually, there’s another way.” Pukan said. “What is it?” ‘The Full Power does have its limitations. There’s a thing called ‘menace", a mode beyond Full Power. Once you surpass the limitation and master this mode, you can even use any holy weapons with no worry. Yet, this one is a forbidden mode that no one of your ancestors ever used it.” Pukan warned him.

I had once imagined what it would be like to meet my birth parents, but I never expected it to be like this. I stared at them but didn't move. "Johnny, if she refuses to apologize to Yelena, then break her legs." Johnny approached me slowly. My eyes turned cold. I flexed my fingers, and the knife twirled deftly between them. The sight of it made the four of them freeze. With a flick of my wrist, the knife flew into the air. As it fell, I caught its blade between my fingers, then, with a swift motion, sent it whizzing past Johnny's head. The knife embedded itself deep into the wall behind him.

Darkness envelops me, but somehow I still see, even though my eyes are still shut. Or are they? That intense feeling bubbles in my chest again, but this time. It takes over. Pain shoots up my hands as I feel the skin of my fingers tearing apart as it elongates. It’s brutal, scary but there’s a power surge in me that numbs it all. And I strike. Someone shouts and jumps away. I don’t stop swinging my arms, they fly everywhere hitting whatever and whoever is in my line of vision. Everyone scampers, my hands unable to strike anything again.

I muttered my thanks, and he left the room. I was cooperative during my assessment, and the therapist told me that I was mentally fine. He also said that I'd stop mistaking one person for the other as long as I stayed away from potential triggers and focused on happy things. After thanking the therapist, I left the room and waved at Julian. "I'm fine!" Julian's long strides ate up the distance between us, but he halted before me as if out of self-restraint. I reached out to embrace him before saying, "Thank you."

The Head Master from the bar, now standing at the front of her class like it was the most normal thing in the world. Her world tilted. No, it can't be. She froze in her seat, her pen slipping from her fingers and clattering to the floor. Panic surged through her—heart pounding so loudly she was sure everyone could hear it. Was this a hallucination? A cruel joke? Her mind raced, fragments of last night colliding with the present: the dim bar lights versus the fluorescent classroom glow; his sleek black card versus the syllabus he now held. How could a man who owned an underground BDSM haven be teaching psychology? Did he recognize her?

Strategy: The Glitch Diversion. "This is insane," Jaxson muttered, checking the energy levels on the tactical rifle he had bought for 400 Gems. He looked at Willa, his mask finally cracking. "If you do this, and you're too slow... they won't just erase you. They'll archive your consciousness. You'll be a ghost in the machine forever." Willa reached out, her hand resting on Jaxson’s chest. She could feel his heart—a steady, powerful thrum. Then, she reached out her other hand to Kael.

Fulcan squares his shoulders, chin up, trying to become a guard again through sheer panic. Both men snap upright so fast their armor clacks—metal kissing metal in a frantic attempt at correction. Color drains from their faces in a clean rush, leaving them pale beneath torchlight. Whatever ease they had been wearing a moment ago vanishes the instant Nugen’s sword clears its sheath.

Dan immediately rephrases when my eyes shoot daggers at him. One of the goons snickers, and another one has a wicked grin. Dan can't possibly understand what is happening. He can mess things up big time.

Her tears seemed to send Axel into a panic, clearly written in his face and heard in his voice. “No! Don't do that. You’ll ruin your make-up, and Arya will kill me, slowly!!!” Suddenly, she was laughing heartily again. This big muscular man was so worried about her make-up that it sent him into a panic. A hilarious image of Arya scolding him flashed through her mind. He nodded and patted her head before pulling her hand gently into his lap. He began to clean the open areas. He was being very gentle and moved her hand so tenderly.