Metal Gear Novels Novels & Stories

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.

Alessia froze, her tears still falling as the cold touch on her shoulder sent an unexplainable chill down her spine. Slowly, she turned her head, expecting to see yet another blank face ignoring her. But what she saw made her breath hitch. A man stood behind her, tall and cloaked in an aura of shadows. His deep-set, piercing silver eyes seemed to see straight through her. His presence was unnerving, yet oddly calming, as if he belonged to a realm she had no comprehension of.

"Our friend gave himself up for us. He sacrificed himself! There has to be a way to bring him back, right? Right?" The old man blinks at me. "He made the ultimate sacrifice." "Yes! That's what I'm saying!" Still, he continues to calmly look at me. "There is no unwriting that." "There has to be!" I curl my hands, my fingers tightening around the coin. ... The coin. I have the Golden Coin! "Damon." Turning around, I hold it up for him to see. His eyes flash with surprise. "Oh my god! You have it!" "Yeah." I lean against the wall, feeling like my insides are eating themselves. I have what we went into the pocket dimension for.

A young man stepped out, assisted by two servants, dressed in embroidered gold brocade and wearing a jeweled circlet. I'd recognize that face anywhere—even if it turned to ash. It was Matthew, my brother, who was supposed to be dead for over a year. The brother I'd given my life to atone for. He was back. Alive. Radiant. Dressed like a true prince of nobility. I hung there in the air, struck dumb as if by a bolt of lightning. My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling.

Trigger Warnings This novel contains mature, dark, and potentially distressing content, including: Graphic violence Sexual Violence Voyeurism Gore and gruesome injury descriptions Supernatural warfare and battles in Hell Use of weapons (blades, claws, fire, magical weapons) Torture and physical brutality Threats of dismemberment and monstrous transformations Non-consensual power dynamics Coercion, forced proximity, and captivity Extreme sexual content with dark elements BDSM themes, impact play, restraints, and pain-pleasure dynamics

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

Binns was near to tears, "You stole my laptop and now I am being investigated by W.I.K.D... Why? Why did ruin my life!" "You know Binns, you should really think this through before bringing a handful of men to war," "What—" Flicking out my claws, I slit the two agents' throats who stood behind Al and Amber, not killing them but paralyzing them, but skipped Binns and in the blink of an eye, I was behind McCarthy, sinking my talons into his neck before taking his gun. It happened so fast even Binns couldn't find the words. Pointing the gun at him, I licked McCarthy's neck, feeling the vein throbbing beneath my tongue, Binns, on the other hand, had his gun aimed at Al and Amber,

“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

Do not move, do not react, stay still when he comes towards you. Station Gamma Thorne outside the meeting, blade ready. Nova swallowed. Numb. Behind her Jax stopped breathing. His whole body rejected the instruction. Stay still. While someone tried to kill her. No. He would be in that tent and she would not be. His body was locked in place but every part of him was already at war. There are four books hidden behind a hidden door in the library. When you pry it open, an arrow, poisoned with old black, will fly.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.