Metal Gear Solid Frogs Novels & Stories

The bag my mother had packed was getting heavier and heavier with each step. The talking was helping keep my fear of the forest at bay, but now, in the silence, the hooting and howling were getting to me. I rushed up to join Kent. I mean if I was stuck in the Unclaimed Forest with anyone, I would pick the most powerful Alpha. As I ran up to him, I must have stepped into some slippery mud because instead of landing next to him, I slammed into his back. In order to make sure he didn’t fall, he twisted to face me, caught me by my waist and kept me from eating mud. His touch was again warm.

Chill ran through his neck and he decided to stay put. However, just when Fang was about to make peace with the situation, they noticed a bustling in the nearby bushes. His nerves stiffened like a block of ice when he saw a huge black three-eyed frog approaching the vicinity. The frog was no doubt an Alpha beast. Fang's guts churned milk when he saw the beast coming closer. "Now this is great!" Fang's face turned ugly. "Argh… fuck me!" Creed couldn't hold back either. "This is some sick joke, right?" Fang said as tears left his nostrils, "What shitty timing!"

The whole process was very light, just like a gust of wind, not as violent as the raging fire and bladed energy. "Crack! Crack! Crack!" The next second! A scene that caused one's hair to stand on end occurred. The body of the Rainbow Frog, thirty meters long, was melting like an ice sculpture, shattering and disintegrating bit by bit in midair... In the end! The seven-colored frog's gigantic body turned into debris and scattered all over the river. All that was left was a seven-colored Inner Elixir floating in the air... It was killed! It was seckilled!

The Death Row Infantry-man moved between two parked cars like a prowling tiger, scanning the garage using the target scope on his machine gun. Ricky swallowed hard when he spotted another Death Row Infantry-man dressed in all-black and prowling between a row of parked cars. Carlos was so deep in thought that he didn’t feel Ricky tapping him on his shoulder, trying to get his attention. The soldier snapped out of his short trance and he glanced up to see Ricky putting his finger up to his lips while pointing at two Death Row Infantry-men who were standing twenty feet away from the armored truck. Amber followed Ricky’s trembling finger, which pointed near the front of the truck. She could feel

Numerous swamp poison frogs leaped out, numbering over a hundred. No wonder the poison hornets had ceased their pursuit; this place was a nest of natural enemies! The swamp poison frogs jumped out of the water, their fleshy tongues lashing out and attacking the group. With a strong territorial instinct and a non-selective appetite, the frogs regarded any entering creature as prey. "Kill them all! Charge," Samuel commanded, leading the remaining followers in a charge in one direction. The strength of the swamp poison frogs was decent. The adults had the combat power of a Grandmaster.