Metal Gear Rising Novels & Stories

"Quiet, queen. If you make a sound, they’ll hear you through the ventilation shafts." The sheer, overwhelming adrenaline of the psychological game broke my remaining sanity. I looked at the central monitor, my eyes wide behind a sheen of tears as Caleb began to pump into me with a fast, mercilessly tight rhythm. On the high-definition night-vision feed, the first mercenary raised a hydraulic breaching tool toward the electronic lock of the terrace doors.

"Proximity alarm. They’re here." Nikos snapped his gaze toward the ceiling. A series of harsh, rhythmic thuds echoed from the shaft above—rappelling boots hitting the metal grating. Then, the sound of heavy weaponry being unslung. "Victor Kalos," Nikos whispered, recognizing the cold, mechanical precision of the footsteps. "He’s not here to talk," Aris said, his voice strained. The hatch above them groaned as a thermal lance began to cut through the reinforced steel. Sparks rained down like molten rain, sizzling against the floor and illuminating the grim, determined faces of the militia soldiers descending into the abyss.

Jarrah said, his tone dropping an octave, deadly serious. ​From the ceiling above us, a harsh mechanical grinding echoed off the concrete. The sound of rusted gears forcing themselves into motion. Panels in the ceiling, hidden by decades of grime, slid open. Two heavy, barrel-chested automated turrets descended on rusted hydraulic arms, their lenses glowing a bright, angry yellow. ​"Motion sensors," I breathed, panic rising hot and fast in my throat. "They’re ancient, Jarrah. Military surplus. If we trip a laser"

It was more gruffy and heavy than Calla's voice. The leader of the Riders turned to look at Calla. Her eyes were glowing in violet color, like two stars. She roared loudly at him. She puts her palm on the blade of the sword and slides it upwards. The sword's blade became red with her blood. She swung the sword and before the leader could understand what was happening, she decapitated his head. The head of the leader fell on the ground. Calla put her foot on his head and roared loudly again.

Weapons remained raised. Fingers rested against triggers. But nobody fired. Even the most experienced soldiers understood that something had changed. This wasn't another enemy army. It wasn't another Vessel. It wasn't another creature born from the Recognition. Something much older had awakened. Miyan slowly raised her rifle. "Everyone..." Her voice trembled. "Hold your fire." A soldier beside her looked confused. "But Captain—" "Hold." The soldier lowered his weapon slightly. Then the ground moved. A massive shape began rising from beneath the seal.

Luna says. It takes an hour to drag the animal back home. As they are reaching their destination, they notice thst something is wrong. As they watch the house from within the woods surrounding the house they see what looks like armed soldiers. Most of the soldiers wear chainmail armor, a shield with a raven logo on it and a spear in their hand. There is one that stands out from the rest, a mage wearing robes with a raven logo on the back and a hood covering their head. As Skoll and Fenrir watch in confusion, Luna is the first one to speak. "Who do you think they are, and what do they want?"

The use of a firearm is deadly and our shots need to stop our threats for in the world of the supernatural, it’s either kill or be killed. I chew at the bottom of my lips and raise my arm with eyes on my target. A hidden mechanism underneath the abstracts start to move the targets, first to the left and right, at first slowly but then it begins to pick up speed. My arm throbs and my heart pounds. My mind conjures an image of father on the abstract silhouette and I see him smiling at me. The face fades away and it is soon replaced by mother’s. She looks sad. Then I see Freya. She is shaking her head with disapproval. Dylan’ features materialize next and I see his cheeky grin. His features dis

Jules smiled and gestured me to go. As I walk my thoughts fly again. I also plan to visit mom in the hospital today because I’m sure her surgery is over. I quickly got to the locker room and quickly searched for my number. "2405, 2406, 2407,2408! Gotcha!" I smiled as I opened my locker but stopped suddenly when I saw an envelope in it. My hands shakingly reached for it. I open the letter wide-eyed. Good day Oxians! You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME.

Crickets chirped and the night wind blew as thick, dark smoke rose in the air. The cave was pitch black and dead bodies lay on the ground, their blood, washed away by the lightning that had eaten them up. The trucks that had crashed against one another had water and oil trickling from it and onto the ground to form a pool of water coated with an oily rainbow membrane. From one of the mangled vehicles, a door fell to the ground with a crash and someone stepped out of the truck looking eerie.

I woke with a start to being rocked violently and the sound of gunfire. Springing up I saw a hoard of Nephilim above us, surrounding us. I had never seen so many at once. Liam and Jason were already up, Liam's katana currently removing a head from the body of one Nephilim, Jason's guns blazing, hitting their mark each time. Todd was standing on top of the truck, his sickles already slick with blood; Devon behind him picking off the ones further out one by one. Fucking hell, no wonder I had a bad feeling. Their wings pounded, sending a thrumming throbbing into my head, I reached behind me to pull out my scythe. It felt alive in my hand, tingling with actual energy, light as a feather and dead