Novel & Cerita Metal Gear Books

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

he says, his voice like gravel. My stomach twists. He's right, of course. But where will we find it? Suddenly, he stiffens. Alarm bells go off in my head, and I tense. "What?" I whisper. Instead of answering, he pushes me behind a tree. We crouch there in the snow as a handful of people dressed in long, black trench coats walk down the sidewalk. My fingers curl into the trunk's bark. Silver Hunters. I guarantee that under each of those coats they have swords.

Jonah could be a saint just for knowing how to deal with Rory alone. “Okay, Isaiah, gather about twenty-five warriors. Jonah and I will start heading out to the trap site.” I said. Then as Isaiah leaves, I looked at Thalia. I need to placate her so I pull the maps out, “Mojito, these are the border maps. The security details are outlined. Familiarize yourself with them. When I get back, we will go over all of it.” “Are these security cameras?” She asks. “Yeah.” I said, feeling proud of myself for upgrading the pack as much as I have.

Micha nodded in understanding and we continued searching through thousands of ancient books. Then we saw it. Another book—this one titled: "WARS OF THE REALMS." We looked at each other, excited. But we braced ourselves, afraid it would be blank like the first. I opened it— And the book didn't open. The cover was iron mixed with wood, heavy and old. I tried again. Nothing. Micha suggested we burn it. Maybe melting the metal would open it. So we threw it in the fire. Nothing. Not a scratch.

Shouldn’t these be placed in a museum? Lynn mused as he continued looking around. On the other hand, Clarice started checking the shelves filled with various ancient weapons. “Found it!” Clarice said as she pulled an old book from the shelf. It is beside various weapons made of bones and stones. The old book doesn’t seem too normal as well since each page is made of thick metal or maybe stone, he wasn’t sure. As far as he can see, there are only five thick pages in this book. Each page seems to be made of old iron.

I was almost skipping around the store on my toes, my veins pumping with adrenaline and an unnerving excitement that made me so restless as I looked through the books. The minute I reached got to the next Aisle and reached for the Red Kingdom series; The Rise Of The Red Kingdom, The Fall of the Red Kingdom, and Fire and Ice, I felt it again. And this time, it was more intense. It felt like someone was drilling holes into my back with their eyes, causing goosebumps to sprout on my skin. My muscles locked and my hand was almost giving away the pile of books in my hands.

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

The man pleaded. I started to pace. “One last question,” I paused, giving the guy hope that I would let him go. “Who fucked with my gun shipment?” My voice was oddly calm compared to the storm brewing underneath my skin. If Moretti was dipping into different organizations' contraband, we could be looking at a full out war if we weren’t careful. The man looked confused. “I don’t know anything about guns, man.” “Wrong answer.” Before I could finish, Machine cut off the man’s ear. His screams echoed in the soundproof, cement room.

I looked up at my mother, and she nodded for me to take his hands. I slowly reached to take his hands and as soon as we touched I began to see images. It startled me so bad I let go of his hands. “I am sorry Your Majesty I should have prepared you that you will see what I see.” I looked around then smiled at Nicoli and reached out again. As he took my hands, I saw a mechanic room much like the one we destroyed on Kaihu. I saw Derrick and Kristana standing near me or rather Galen as I am seeing through his eyes. Galen looked around and was ready to take a swing with his flaming sword at something near the door when it looked as if he heard something, spinning around, his father was sending wh

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim