Metal Gear Books Novels & Stories

Far from Vesper City's glittering towers. A metal door slowly opened. A hidden room. A forgotten place. Dust floated through the darkness. A man stepped inside. Without hesitation, he approached an old steel safe. The lock clicked. Then opened. Inside sat a worn black book. Old. Aged. Covered in years of dust. The Black Ledger. The man picked it up carefully. Opened the first page. And smiled. Because one name appeared again. And again. And again. Written throughout countless entries. One name connected everything.

"Old mechanical beauty. Haven't seen one of these since the nineties. It’s completely unlocked." "Thank you. Marcus will handle your payment downstairs," Julian said, nodding toward the door. As soon as the specialist left the room, Julian walked over to the open safe. I stepped up right beside him, my breath catching in my throat. The inside of the safe was small, lined with faded green velvet. I didn’t know what I was expecting but there were no stacks of cash or glittering diamonds inside. Instead, there were three thick, leather-bound books, their covers dusty and worn down at the corners.

“That’s what the warriors saw?” “It is….” As the anger grew, his eyebrow raised up. “There weren’t reports of those machines.” Piercy showed me a particular one that made my skin crawl. “This is used to keep the woman open for multiple men. Tell me that didn’t happen to you?”

What could it hurt, after all? "I am a Reaver," I purred, my voice low and smooth. Roxy's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise dancing across her face. I was certain she had stumbled upon the chapters detailing my kind in the book she'd been reading. Three entire chapters were devoted to Reavers, and they were nestled near the beginning of the book. Given that she was now halfway through, I assumed she had already devoured those particular pages.

“Ahh I don’t really know why, but I think I’m just gifted?” Miss Minerva assist me to go back to prepare for a bath. While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.”

I moved my flashlight to where I saw a row of old armor lined up against the wall, there were some rusty swords and shields that I couldn't help but think that these shields had been here way before the Lycan King had even been born, there must have been used for a battle a hundred years ago or even more. There was a large desk in the corner with an antique-looking lamp on top, the bulb seemed to be lit but not on, there were strange-looking books, some with leather covers, others paper, some old, some brand new with pages that fell open and wrinkled under my fingers. There were even some books with gold writing on the cover but none of them looked like they were readable, I picked up the ne

John growls like an animal, and it only makes me laugh. I leave the room, feeling a sense of satisfaction. With the Golden Coin in my possession, there's nothing I can't accomplish. And I won't stop until I rule over all. Ever since nabbing the coin, luck has been on my side. Through my connections in Dyad Marketplace, I was able to get my hands on an ancient book that has information on how to activate the coin. It's funny. People have been scrambling over each other for centuries looking for this coin, but it seems no one bothered to research exactly how they could use the coin once they had it.

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Two of the Infantry-men wore midnight black business suits and the third Infantry-man wore a black leather tank and jeans, which made him look like a sexy male stripper. The men’s suits on the other two Infantry-men matched the matte black finish on their sport bikes, and seeing the two Infantry-men reminded Amy of the agents in The Matrix. The only thing that didn’t match the men’s suits and ties were their metallic silver motorcycle helmets. Amy knew the three men were Death Row Infantry-men. She grew tired of seeing Infantry-men and she was tired of killing them.

Hyun said. Cela's phone starts to ring even before she could ask what Lora's call is about. Hyun went to the buffet table feeling better. "Are you feeling okay now, Sir Hyun?" someone from the team asked. "Never been better," he answered while looking at Cela who's now talking excitedly on the phone. "What's happening? I think something unusual is going on," another member of the team said. I guess we all know what it is about. Fourth book?