Full Metal Panic Novels & Stories

She rubbed her eyes and looked utterly confused. "What is going on?" I shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe there was a system error or something lagged?" Melinda suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs and flung her phone angrily to the floor. Her eyes were bloodshot as she glared daggers at me, looking like she wanted to kill me. "Melissa Bolton! You did this to me! You destroyed me!" I blinked my eyes innocently at her. "What do you mean, Linda? I don't understand what you're saying."

She rubbed the chrome slow, too careful. “Not like glass,” I said, voice low. “Firm. Like you mean it.” She pressed harder, and the metal gleamed under her touch. She glanced at me quickly, seeking approval, then ducked her head again before I could give it. Good. Better she didn’t rely on my nod to know she was doing it right. Minutes passed, the noise of the lot filling in the silence between us. When she finally leaned back, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, I caught a flicker of something across her face. Not fear. Not exactly.

Not a single person was willing to stand up for me. In my disappointment, Anna handed me a tissue. “Here. Wipe yourself off. Then, take me to see it.” I started to feel hopeful again. I took her hand and slowly stood up. “Hold on.” A man in gold-rimmed glasses stopped us. He adjusted his glasses and said, “Commercial planes don’t have self-destruct programs. Only military jets or drones do. I could tell this man was lying from the very beginning. You’re a nice girl. Don’t fall for his nonsense.”

Jace, the gentle man, tried to calm them down but they just brushed through him shouting their lungs out of the room. Jace just sighed. He blamed himself for not stopping Kaizer on making a grand entrance. They must have done it nicer. "What the---who are you?!" The ugly man, they believed was Bum Pan spoke gurgling blood in his mouth. He was half-naked. Bald head, squared ears and pierced lip, Jace and Kaizer were not wrong. This man was Bum Pan. Kaizer, before answering found himself a sofa to sit on. He rested there first his stout sword: the five-inch wide and a meter long sword known as 'Flagrare". Then he sat and slouched like he was on his own place.

It is almost midnight and I am trying to get some work done. My concentration is lost, no matter how hard I try to read the letters on the paper, I just can't. My thoughts constantly wander to my Rain. It is Full Moon again, wherever she is, I am sure she will have crawled anxiously into a corner. I never managed to get it out of her from whence this fear of the Full Moon comes. Certainly, Lupercalia brings her nightmares since our pup just kept postponing his arrival and pack members mocked her. But I always get the feeling there's more behind it.

His presence was terrifying and it was almost like the place got colder every time he arrived. They always liked to terrorize and put up a fight with other packs at the city for no reason. "Why are you shouting? Didn't I tell you that I hate when you shout?" Shane closed his eyes for a moment before turning to the man in front of him. "What is it?" The young man seemed so excited, that he didn't seem to care that Shane looked very angry with the interruption. "We got into a fight with some members from Bryce's pack earlier." the guy started to tell the incident like it was some suspense movie. "We were in the middle of the battle when his daughter arrived with some others."

Dave pleaded in a hurry. "Alright, alright, I agree. Are you satisfied now? I'll go home and come with you. I'll be your assistant. Only your assistant until my sister is cured!" said Aleta, clarifying the agreement between them. A big decision had been made by the girl, without her knowing the truth. Aleta, who was so afraid of blood, would be living with someone who dealt with blood every day. Can Aleta overcome her fear if she has to deal with sadistic violence and bloodshed again?

At one point, I was so desperate that I considered locking myself in the dungeon. Sighing, I get up and leave my office, stepping into a blissfully quiet corridor. My Beta and Gamma left two hours ago. Jaeger to be with his mate whom he hasn’t seen in months, and Griffin to do whatever it is he usually does on the day after the full moon. No matter what I do, he’s always a little moody after the full moon. He was a little better when we were on the road, but we’re barely back, and he has already returned to his usual “after shift sulk,” as Jaeger and I started calling it.

There was something scary about her. "Hey!" Avara muttered. "Stop it, weirdo." "You're getting us freaked out and scared," Charlotte said, concluding that Megan was a mental case. They moved backwards until they reached the end of the wall, hitting their backs on the wall. "Stop this!" Avara screamed. Megan looked into her eyes. Suddenly she spat into both of their eyes. Avara and Charlotte screamed in pain. They were on the verge of transformation. Saliva was a trigger.