Metal Gear Novel Novels & Stories

I watched as they retreated into the trees, leaving Gunner and I alone, his naked body still holding me to him. Authors Note What are your thoughts on the Meļņasirds. Do you think that will be the last we see of them, or will Doyle be back?

“With proper resources, you may collapse the incursion vector. But the Neurovores have begun embedding their signal in local geomagnetic patterns. The longer they remain unchecked, the harder it will be to sever their dimensional tether.” Schnell tapped his chin. “Vunderbar. A race against cosmic infection.” “Then we gear up,” Rachelle said. “We hit Sigma-Red before it’s fully open.” Argus shifted the display again. One wall slid open to reveal a hidden cache—Mont’s last contributions to the fight. Custom rail rifles. EMP grenades. Armor laced with reflective plating and phase mesh. And a journal. I picked it up. The leather was scuffed. The pages brittle but legible. His handwriting was rou

I never drove so fast before, I think my blood pressure controlling me right now. As soon as I arrived at Lena's mansion, I saw there's a lot of cars. I got out from my car and walked towards the entrance. "Leon?" I turned to see Celine. My heart stopped for a second and she smiled at me. "Celine." She walked towards me. "How are you?" I asked but my mind snapped immediately to Ivory.

Ballers den" I scoffed as I read the name above the huge building. Different expensive cars could be seen outside. I saw a girl with just bra and a bumshort. Really? Here I was thinking I walked out naked...but mine was far more better. The huge bouncer at the door made my nervousness increased as I swallowed down the lump I felt in my throat. "Hey big guy!" Melvina gave him a high five and I almost laughed because she looks so tiny in his front. "Long time no see baby girl." He said in a thick masculine voice as he opened the door for us.

“A part remained to bury the bodies; the rest are with me.” At this moment Sir Novoveski raised his head, and great astonishment was reflected on his face. “In God's name, what do I see?” cried he. Then he rose, went straight to Mellehov, and said, “Ardun! And what art thou doing here, ruffian?”

I turn my head to get a better look, and a dart whizzes through the air, narrowly missing my face. “Alec!” I point to the wall, where a small dart is stuck. He glances up, and another dart whizzes by. “They have a sniper. Get back.” He pushes me down and then he’s gone, around the corner with lightning speed. There’s a shout and then a sickening crunch. I hear metal breaking and Alec emerges from around the corner, pieces of something metal in his hands. It takes me a second, but then I realize it’s a gun. Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces.

He's a big man, for sure. "Get the copy of necromancer's message," he ordered Gasteleon. "Next," he answered and he bowed again and left the tent. "General, this is Ales Condor. The royal doctor. He can also decipher the ancient language," Elijah introduced General Ambrosias to me. I saw the shock in his eyes. He obviously didn't expect that. No one expected that. Even myself, I did not expect that. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Ales Condor." Its head turned towards me. No matter what his expression was, it was not like the prime minister. His blonde hair is catching some attention.

Back in the physical world, Novel’s body collapsed beside Kitty, as he coughed up a splash of blood before slipping into complete unconsciousness. Inside his mind, Alexei faced the dark, monstrous shadow of the Myth standing before him. “You can’t use me for your revenge!” Alexei roared, charging the beast with everything he had. “My mate isn't dead! Give me back my body!” With a final, desperate strike, Alexei slammed into the dark entity, and darkness took him completely. _____ One Year Later It was Novel’s university graduation day. She stood near the podium in her cap and gown, a bright smile on her face as she chatted and snapped photos with her classmates, completely oblivious to the f

The molders were advancing at a sprint, their long geometric arms reaching out. CORE_OVERFLOW_DETECTED: ALL ARCHIVAL MATRICES ENGAGED. PURGING THE GALLEY. "The melting pots are opening everywhere" the pressman whispered. Elara looked around. He was right. The steel floor plates were sliding back, revealing a grid of glowing pits of liquid type-metal. The exit tracks were cut off. The molders were closing in. "The journal " Elara muttered, her fingers flying across the leather cover. The dark blue ink line she had written was gone. Her crimson human blood had bled through the paper, manifesting on the final sheet as a massive, dark red punctuation mark.

I planted my hands on the deck, and massive, thick vines erupted from my palms, burrowing into the ship’s electrical grid, seeking out the heat of the engines. Inside the ship, the chaos was absolute. The elite soldiers of the International Council, dressed in hazard suits, tried to fire their pulse-rifles. But the rifles didn't fire; they sprouted moss. Their suits didn't protect them; they became flowerpots. "What is this?!" a commander shrieked as a rose-bush tore through his dashboard. "This is the 'Lagos-grit' evolution!" I roared, kicking through the cockpit glass. THE GROUND WAR