Metal Gear Rising: Blade Wolf Novels & Stories

It fought like a creature possessed, faster and stronger than anything natural. Thorne was already moving, his blade flashing silver as he cut across its flank. The wolf howled, but instead of blood, shadow spilled out, curling and writhing like smoke. “Rory, now!” Kael shouted. My wolf surged inside me. I raised my blade and thrust forward as the beast turned its glowing eyes on me. With a cry, I drove the steel into its chest. The wolf froze, shuddered, and then crumbled into ash at my feet.

If it blows, he takes the first structural kick. Again. Always. Another man making himself the price. The Phantom Blade is still in the cable housing. I rip it free with a jerk of the wire and turn the blade toward the final lead instead of Renn. The countdown hits 00:19. Damian looks at me. For once, he does not tell me no. I cut. The fuse dies. For half a second, nothing happens. Then the water below the gallery rises in a black sheet. It comes up wrong, not splashing, not foaming, lifting like an elevator full of night.

He got me there, but before I had a chance to say or do anything, a loud growl erupted in the air, and Rage, Blade’s wolf, surfaced from the bushes behind me and leaped to where we were. Ethan’s eyes widened in surprise as the wolf shifted right in front of his eyes, and without any warning, Blade reached for his hair, gripping it so tightly that I had no choice but to let go of his shoulder as Blade began to drag his naked body harshly in the opposite direction before he swung it and tossed it away like Ethan weighed nothing. His body slammed on the trunk of the big tree, and my eyes squinted at the sound it created upon impact, together with the sound of his painful cry as his body slid do

Wolves shaped from smoke and bone. Raiken met the first with blue fire. I struck the second with white water and felt its jaws close around my wrist before the royal mark burned through its skull. Kiyomi formed Astraya’s blade. Hayate fought beside her with one arm hanging uselessly. “You are bleeding again,” she said. “So are you.” “That is not funny.” “I was not joking.” She cut through a smoke wolf and glared at him. “Terrible timing.” “Usually.” Another wolf lunged.

The heavy scrap-blade in her right hand remained rock-steady, the edge positioned exactly two inches beneath Vance’s left jawline, right where the synthetic green-lit data-ports were still sparking violently from the kinetic shockwave of my Void-marrow spike. Vance didn't move a muscle. His chest heaved slowly beneath his frozen black zinc-weave duster, his cold eyes darting from the three-foot shard of obsidian marrow cutting through the dirt between his boots to the massive, slavering snout of the three-ton Alpha wolf hovering right above his shoulder.

Blade didn't even transform, it only took him a single punch to send a guard who had already shifted, flying through multiple stacks of wooden crates. The next guard was punched so hard, he fell to the ground. One of them finally reacted, and tried to rush Blade with claws extended. With an impassive gaze, Blade caught the wolf's wrist, and twisted it so hard, his hand broke. The wolf screamed in pain, and Blade shoved him aside without a single thought. Now, more of the wolves were coming to their senses. A couple of them charged at him together. That was a big mistake, but it was also what Blade wanted. None of the wolves with guns were willing to shoot at their own men, and that meant tha

It's a fast defeat for the big black wolf, but the grey wolf is bigger and more powerful. The second, the black wolf goes limp and changes back into a person, showing us it's dead. The grey wolf stands in front of me protectively. This grey wolf is my mate. I already knew that, of course, it was clear when I saw the grey fur and blue eyes. The other two black wolves step closer. Their rogues. Man what is it with all the rogues here tonight coming after me?!! Just before these two rogues lunge for us, their heads snap up and turn to the right. They snarled at us then took off into the woods.

A blade swung toward my ribs. I twisted aside, grabbing the rogue’s wrist and wrenching his arm sideways. The weapon clattered to the ground as my elbow slammed into his throat. He fell choking. Another wolf shifted mid-charge, fur bursting through skin as his body lengthened and twisted. The transformation happened in seconds. Too slow. My boot struck his knee before the shift completed. The joint buckled with a sickening snap, sending him crashing face-first into the pavement. Someone shouted behind me. A Frostbite warrior surged past, tackling another rogue into a burning vehicle. The explosion of sparks lit the air between us.

My blade shut up and buried itself in its thick fur, slicing the wolf from neck to groin as I slid under it. One down, two to go... Without stopping my forward momentum, I got to my feet and grabbed the tail of the wolf on the left, using it to spring onto its back. I drove my acquired katana into the space between its huge shoulders as I settled on its back and rolled off it as it fell with a dead cry. The last wolf was barreling towards me, and I just hefted the katana like a javelin and let it go. It flew through the air and struck the wolf between the eyes till it was buried to the hilt.

He was bleeding profusely, and his body didn't make a slight move on the ground at the time I had satisfied my fury and stopped. I stared at my hands coated in so much blood. My fingers were shaking tremendously. I was nervous, yet... weak. My vision was getting blurry as I dropped to the ground. I wrapped my shaky fingers around the grip of the blade, and pulled it out from my skin. I stared at the blade, trying to study what could be different about it. It was silver coated—intentionally carved to take out a wolf. I struggled on the floor, picking myself up as I tried returning to the temple. Even in my pains and weakness, I could still feel the mate bond—the intense feeling and the inaudi