Meryl Silverburgh Metal Gear Solid Novels & Stories

At least I had changed the first part of our fate. Silver Springs was famous for its natural geothermal steam rooms. Clara dragged Liam off to the buffet. Those two were always in sync when it came to food. It was good to see. Seeing her so innocent and carefree, I felt a wave of emotion wash over me. In this life, I just want my sister to be happy. I found an empty sauna. The steam rose, blurring the world around me. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of peace.

She may not have control of her body anymore but I bet she can still see what’s going on around her. “It’s okay Malayah. It’s okay,” says Michael. Malayah then shoves her hand into Michael’s chest and rips his heart out. Michael’s head slowly slumps forward. Malayah turns toward the camera. No emotion on her face, just tears running down her face. Enzo places his arm around her shoulders. “That’s my girl. I’m so proud of you,” says Enzo. Her eye’s flicker again and for a moment she regains consciousness. “Mom we are not in the human realm. The silver dragon he is your….” Enzo smacks her across the face before she can finish her sentence.

He just listened. Megan was smiling now and relaxed. She had almost forgotten who he was… who he was to her family. But the moment shattered when the door flew open with a loud creak. “Megan.” The voice was sharp and cold. It was her mum, Silver. She stood at the doorway like a queen walking into war. Her arms were crossed over a silk blue gown, her expression was stone cold as her eyes were fixed on Connor, as though she could slice him with them.

The silver in me rises, not to fight, not to crush, but to listen. Pressure mounts. I can barely breathe. I plant my feet. I don’t move. The silver holds—not exploding, not flaring. It anchors. The land listens too. Roots settle. Stones steady themselves. The surge folds in on itself, collapsing like a wave that meets solid rock. Lydia staggers, eyes wide. “What did you do?” she spits. “I stood where it breaks,” I say, quiet but firm. Silence. Real, complete silence. The observer woman lets out a slow breath. “So that’s the difference,” she says, almost to herself.

Unreadable. I couldn't hear anything they said after that-they went back to whispers, and that crippling feeling set in again. The final phase of fixing the system was almost complete; the loading bar was at 97 percent, and I was already thanking the moon goddess that I was about to be relieved from this awkwardness. Then, in that very moment- "Wait a minute." Silver said from behind me, her voice audible again. "You're Alpha Draven's daughter, aren't you?"

Silver Wolf indeed! He would eat this empty beer can if she turned into a Silver Wolf, he thought, eyeing the can in his hand. Since his back was turned to the door, he didn’t see her coming out at all. When he turned, she had already broken into a gallop and was in the process of leaping at his throat. It was the shock at seeing the Silver Wolf that had him rooted to the spot, petrified and unable to react, he told himself later. It was the shock that had made him drop the can and screw his eyes shut as he felt her paws on his shoulder.

I ordered the golden threads beneath my skin to stay hidden in the dark. "I am a maid who cleans the floors, sir," I whispered clearly, looking straight into his glowing amber eyes. "But the digital ink does not lie. She used her personal biometric stamp to authorize the delivery trucks. The sabotage tools that went missing from the armory are listed on page four. She is preparing an execution, and she is using your school to do it."

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.

She was screaming at it. "Mama, look! The floor is waking up!" Ace shouted, pointing to the seams where the wall met the deck. A thin, liquid line of silver light was crawling through the rivets. It didn't look like electricity; it looked like mercury, heavy and sentient. It ignored the Null-Glass's absorption field, sliding over the surface like a snake through water. "She’s found the cooling pipes," I whispered, the Silver Doctor in me visualizing the ship’s schematics. "She’s bypassing the digital locks and going straight for the physical marrow of the vessel."