Metal Gear Revengeance Monsoon Novels & Stories

Blood trailed down my temple and before I could turn, Maverick was down the truck, grabbing an iron pole as he attacked the Moon Hunter who also defended. Despite the pain threatening to rip me apart, I alighted from the truck, weak and giddy. I watched as they clashed, engaging in a brutal fight. My vision blurred, my body getting weak. Marks. Chains. My spiritual sight was activating, and I could see the Hunter, blue chains trailing from his back. Marks of the council control glowed from his arms. My vision was back, and then I found out what Moon Hunter had in his hands. I gasped. A gun, laced with wolfsbane and whispersteel. He pulled the trigger, a silver bullet flying out from the gun.

She would let the Caldwells rebuild their castle in the air. And when Alexander gave the signal, she would be there to watch it crash to earth, with no survivors this time. As his arms tightened around her, as his lips claimed hers more fully, Mona surrendered to the dark promise of complete revenge. The broken glass crunched beneath them as they sank deeper into the ruined bed, their passion fueled by shared darkness and the anticipation of destruction yet to come.

They leapt all around, even up top onto the hangars, and fired down on his mecha. The last thing his visual sensors saw was Raijin standing high above on one of the hangars, her light blue Tsunami practically invisible with the bright blue sky behind her. ~ Mad Monk grumbled considerably as he watched Silvermoon’s name turn gray in his team’s comms. He absolutely couldn’t fathom how he had been neutralized, and was utterly frustrated at how easily a nonlethal mecha beat him. Without his advanced sensor suite, they were practically blind to the rest of the battlespace.

Even the sirens of the approaching police cruisers faded into a confused, mechanical silence. ​The only light left was the moon, pale and indifferent, and the orange glow of the burning crane at the museum. ​"Move!" Malakai grabbed my hand, and we dove for the roof access door just as the first Reaper hit the gravel behind us. Without their night-vision goggles—which had been fried by the pulse—they were as blind as anyone else.

West POV The walk has been going on for some minutes now, and the air feels heavier, charged with an unspoken tension. Some of Ragnar’s men have shifted into their wolf forms, their senses sharpened, their ears twitching at the faintest whisper of danger. They move silently, like shadows in the moonlight, scanning the horizon for any sign of threat. Meanwhile, the others walk alongside us, their paws barely making a sound on the earth, their presence a steady, reassuring force.

Golden light exploded beneath Scarlett's feet, tearing through the clearing in blinding waves. The ancient symbol carved into the earth awakened all at once, its lines burning brighter than fire as energy surged through every mark and circle hidden beneath the soil. The ground trembled violently. Trees swayed despite the absence of wind, while cracks raced across the clearing like lightning spreading through stone. Scarlett staggered backward. Lucas burst through the tree line at the same moment. "Scarlett!" Relief hit her before panic quickly followed. Behind him came Damon, Ethan, Jax, Alex, and nearly twenty warriors. They entered the clearing ready for battle, but the sight before them b

Emotions that were burning and almost burning my insides right now. But I should be able to try to hold myself back, until the right time to take revenge on all of them. The Silver Moon Pack, Harrison Hux, and Felicity Rey. Three names that I will always remember in my mind and heart now. There will be no mercy for them. There will be no forgiveness for them. There will only be revenge. The right revenge for all of them here.

More darts wheeze past me and I try to run in a zigzag manner to confuse them. But for how long can a common omega resist such force? When I come to a crossroad, my legs give out again and a dart finally finds its way into my back. The forest starts to spin and my breathing starts to come out in heavy spurts. I fall, back first to the ground, vision blurring as I see some bear shifters approach. At the lead is Angus. He smiles. “You're a good runner.” The world fades to black. *** The feeling of something wet underneath me wakes me up.

Alex cussed taking steps away from me but I grabbed his hands with the little sight if him that I could see. "Where do you think you're going to?" I asked, panic rising in my voice. "This is dark fog, the beast of the east is back. We are not safe, none of us is." Alex answered and i felt a cold chill run down my spine. I've heard a lot about the beast of the east and trust me, nothing said about him was good. Everything was evil. And... Damn! The late Alpha and Luna is yet to be buried. The beast of the east Is back.... How can they be buried with war ongoing?

The Code-Born kids were magnificent, acting as an endless, chaotic reactor core, pushing the sub-ether through the dead Founder tech with flawless precision. Slowly, the tide began to turn. The heavy, oxidized corpses of the Trench-Walkers littered the submerged lower decks, and the rate of their ascent slowed. The blue Origin-Code blasts had illuminated the dark water so brightly it looked like the ocean itself was glowing. "The surf is clearing!" Reyes announced, her eyes glued to the telemetry. "The infantry wave is breaking. They're retreating back into the deep water!" A massive cheer echoed over the Vanguard comms from the lower levels. The Revers and the Paladins had held the line.