Meryl Silverburgh Metal Gear Solid Novels & Stories

[The Mirror’s Edge] The silver coating our skin didn't feel like a cage; it felt like a cold, second heartbeat, an obsidian exoskeleton that hummed with the intent to kill. As we stood in the shallow pool of mercury, the liquid metal solidified into a jagged, shimmering armor that responded to every twitch of my muscles. I looked at the figure in the doorway—the "me" that had never known Dante—and felt a wave of nausea that had nothing to do with the "Sync" and everything to do with the void.

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

I said, walking slowly toward the tanks, my hands glowing with a protective white light. ​“You can’t take it,” Silas said, finally looking at me with a desperate, haunted expression. “The surge is precisely tuned to their unique biological frequency. It will only recognize the Silver Gene in its purest form. If you touch those wires, you’ll just be adding your own fire to the fuse, and the explosion will level the entire mountain.” ​“Then we change the frequency,” I said, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. ​I looked at my sons through the thick glass. They looked so small and fragile amidst the vast, cold machinery of my mother’s ambition. I reached out and touched the glass of L

"I was looking for proof that you were a plant sent to sabotage the Moonstone core. But theft? That’s so much easier to punish. I wonder what Serena will say when I show her you’ve been looting the treasury for keepsakes." She laughed, a sharp, braying sound that grated against my ears. She moved to tuck the silver moon into her own pocket. I didn't beg. I didn't explain. I reached into the Root layer of the room. Every object in this city had a digital signature. Every metal had a frequency. I locked onto the silver alloy in her hand. I didn't think about my anger; I thought about 1,500 degrees Fahrenheit. The melting point of silver. I thought about atoms vibrating until the lattice shatte

Miles will always do whatever Silver does. At this point, I didn't even want to know what else they had been doing while Kayla and I were upstairs so I slapped my hands on the table ready to get to the heart of the matter. Also the sooner me and Kayla get out what's in our chests the better. The sweater was doing a good job of hiding her bump but soon it wouldn't be anymore. "So why are we here?" "Miles saw something," Silver said now getting serious. Her voice was no longer playful. There was a dark edge that warned me that something ominous was coming.

Using the momentum of her hips, she drove the blade deep into the rogue's body. It was a custom self-defense dagger, its core packed with high-purity liquid silver. Squelch—! "AAAGH!!!" "You bitch!" The rogue never expected Elena to be carrying a silver weapon—a literal death sentence for a werewolf. Stabbed through the shoulder and his femoral artery, the liquid silver began searing his blood. He collapsed to the floor, let out a gut-wrenching scream. The second rogue let out a roar, his eyes turning bloodshot. Like a rabid beast, he lunged forward to help his partner.

She’s still wearing the black t-shirt and jeans from this morning, but makeup plasters her face. Trex grunts and starts striding back and forth in my head. ‘I hate that shit. She doesn’t need it,’ Trex snarls and begins clawing at me to take over. ‘What the fuck’s going on with her eyes?’ He growls, and it’s then that I notice Silver’s orbs are a brilliant shade of Sapphire blue and aren’t changing hues.

We run. We're almost at the exit before a shot explodes. Malcolm hunches forward with a grunt, dropping me. "Bloody hell," he grits in that gravel tone. I peek around at his back. "Shit." Red pools from his back and he shifts back into his mortal form almost instantly. So far Malcolm had seemed to weather off every bullet, but this is no ordinary bullet. The name comes to me quickly. Silver. The longer the substance stays in his system, the faster he will weaken.

"Full tactical gear, silver-edged weapons for all team members. We don't know what we might encounter out there." "Already arranged," he confirmed. "Meeting at eastern gate in fifteen." As Mason left to complete final preparations, Silas approached, his expression carefully neutral despite bond's transmission of underlying concern. "Standard sweep operation," I reminded him before he could voice reservation or caution I could feel forming. "Locate and neutralize surveillance equipment, not engagement with hostiles. We'll maintain constant communication with base, withdraw immediately if augment presence detected." "I know," he said, surprising me with lack of argument or overprotective restr

Some combination I didn’t know. I let silver light explode from my body. Not careful. Not controlled. Just raw power. Pure Moonsilver energy is burning through everything. The door melted. Dripped like water. Revealed the room beyond. Monitors. Controls. Everything needed to run the facility. And standing in the center. Waiting. Thornheart.