Metal Gear Revengeance Monsoon Novels & Stories

Junior and Allysyn marvelled at the reversible tabletops and Allysyn even went to check out the fake window to be sure it wasn’t real. One of the attendants assigned to them threw them into an excited frenzy as he pointed a remote at the window and the pastoral scene changed to that of a water brook where fishes were leaping out of the water and splashing themselves. For the first time, Reyona heard Allysyn laugh, it was such an enjoyable, tinkling sound that had her smiling wildly. She felt Maxwell touch her hand and she looked at him as she blinked back the moisture that was setting in her eyes. He looked at her in understanding as he curled his hand around hers.

Using the High Alpha’s own momentum, Ronan vaulted off the wolf’s back, performed a dizzying mid-air twist, and landed crouched on the cobblestones. Before Malakar could pivot his massive frame, Ronan surged forward. He didn't shift. He stayed human, moving with a fluid, lethal grace that defied the laws of this falsified world. He struck—not with claws, but with the jagged, broken end of the silver-tipped spear he’d kept concealed in his grip. He drove the splintered wood into the soft meat of Malakar’s shoulder. The High Alpha let out a howl of surprised agony that shattered the windows of the lower floor.

Or run? Then Jake remembered Survival Rule #4. [In this world, even common monsters are tough. But every kill drops rich rewards.] With that thought, Jake gritted his teeth and reached for his waist. The hatchet-gun was tucked there—the weapon he'd traded Universal Fuel for earlier. [Name: Hatchet-Gun] [Type: Weapon] [Quality: Common] [Ammo: 3/9] [Description: Melee slashing or ranged shooting. Downside: Massive recoil.] Jake gripped the hatchet-gun's handle. The cold metal against his palm steadied him somewhat.

“But remember this: our alliance isn’t unconditional. Fail me again, and there will be consequences far greater than any vendetta you’re pursuing.” Graig’s face betrayed a flicker of defiance, but he inclined his head in reluctant agreement. Dominic’s gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before he turned and strode out, his presence leaving a chilling weight in the room. Later that evening, Graig summoned his most trusted advisors. Shadows flickered across their faces as they sat around the dimly lit room, tension palpable. Graig’s voice was a deadly whisper, low and filled with venom. “We need a new plan. One that will ensure Abigail Monroe and her allies won’t live to see another sunri

"No! I know you're only doing this to get revenge on me. I understand if that's what you want. I'll accept all your revenge as long as you come back to me!" I tilted, "At first I planned to take revenge on you, Alpha Javier. Who wouldn't? I thought you were the one who gave the order to kill me. I thought you were the reason why our child died," I said. "But when I found out that you were innocent of what happened to me, I cancelled the revenge plan against you," I added. "Maybe this is the plan of the Moom Goddess for the two of us. We are the first destined by destiny, but in the end, we will not be the ones to be together, Alpha Javier!" I ended.

“I wanted to confirm if that was true.” “It is,” I said, glancing back at the map spread before me. “I’m trying to decide where to go.” “Find Moonglow pack,” he instructed. “To the east, along the coast.” Following his direction, I located it, far from Nightfall, separated by two other territories. Its land stretched long and narrow along the coastline, reaching from colder northern regions down into warmer southern climates. “It’s cold for much of the year,” Francesco explained, “with rocky beaches in the north and softer sands in the south. When summer comes, those southern shores are beautiful.”

Dust rained down from the high ceiling, the painted visage of the Moon Goddess watching silently above, pale and pitiless. Several councilors flinched back. One even reached instinctively for the blade at his hip. But Malrick did not move. His gaze remained steady, unwavering, his voice unyielding. “It is not you we deny, Evander. It is the Moon herself who has denied you.” The words landed like a slap. For a heartbeat, silence. Then Evander’s claws raked sparks across the obsidian pedestal where the Crest had rested. His chest heaved, his wolf howled within him, a storm begging to be unleashed. But even rage had no power here. Not yet. Not without the Crest.

“They are hitting the South Beach! Heavy armor!” Above ground, the storm was apocalyptic. Freezing rain whipped across the rocky shores as three Vanguard stealth boats slammed onto the sand. Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries poured out, their laser sights cutting through the dark. Julian Thorne did not wait for them to find cover. Standing atop the concrete embankment, Julian unleashed absolute hell. The billionaire CEO moved like an apex predator, his shotgun roaring. Every trigger pull was a devastating, calculated execution. He didn't flinch as armor-piercing rounds shattered the concrete barricades around him. Beside him, Marcus and the elite Thorne guards laid down a suffocating wall

Certain words and topics triggered it, just like a neuclear fission reaction. My monsters would resurface if I talked about diminishing them. They would take over me and harm anyone who talks against them. They don't care if it's Maddy. Maddy looked out of the window, from which I identified as anger and pain. But I didn't care. My condition was a part of me and she had to accept that. It wasn't long before we reached the restaurant. I parked my car and made my way into the restaurant that resembled more like an asylum.

I instinctively curled up even further into my corner, seeking refuge from the chaos that was occurring around me as a result of the agony in my head. The interior of the vehicle was filled with an intolerable odor, which was a combination of the corrosive quality of blood, dread, and perspiration. The odor stuck to my sinuses, significantly exacerbating the nausea I felt. Suddenly, my respiration became shallower, and each inhalation I took seemed less pleasurable than the previous one.