Metal Gear Solid Novels & Stories

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

The young technician's eyes widened in horror. "No... Boss, please! I swear it won't happen again! Please!" His desperate cries echoed through the mansion as two guards dragged him toward the back door. Tyler walked over to the bar and calmly poured himself a glass of whiskey. He took a slow sip. A few seconds later, a single gunshot echoed from outside. The room fell silent. No one dared react. Tyler set his glass down and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as though nothing had happened. “Book the jet.” "For California, Boss?"

"There's no interface, Ren. It's a sealed magnetic lock. The locking mechanism is buried behind three feet of armored casing. I can't hack what I can't plug into." Ren slung his rifle and stepped back. He looked at Leo. In the game, a sealed door without a lock usually meant a physical strength check. "Tank," Ren nodded toward the seam. "Open it." Leo didn't hesitate. He stepped up to the massive plasteel doors. He jammed his thick, armored fingers into the microscopic, millimeter-thin seam between the two slabs. The Juggernaut armor’s hydraulic servos whined, a high-pitched sound of immense, building pressure.

The reaction was instantaneous. Golden light flooded the dark cabin, spiderwebbing through the ancient runic circuits. Deep within the belly of the machine, massive geothermal engines roared to life. The sound was deafening, a deep, resonant mechanical heartbeat that vibrated through the soles of my boots and rattled my teeth. The console lit up with tactical displays projecting three-dimensional, glowing maps of the Earth's crust. Jinx dropped into the gunner’s seat, her fingers flying over the strange controls. "Weapons are online," she reported, her eyes wide with adrenaline. "Plasma banks are fully charged. The hull integrity is absolute."

The mechanical storm broke through the fog layer exactly twenty minutes later. The three battalions of zinc-armored constructs didn't look like human soldiers; they were ten-foot-tall, faceless blocks of solid, industrial-grade metal, their heavy chassis painted in the sterile, matte-gray lacquer of the High Council's executive security division. Their underbelly locomotion treads left deep, screaming grooves in the white titanium rails of the lift spine, and their dual-barrel kinetic railguns were already glowing with a cold, blue electromagnetic charge that turned the pink neon haze into white static. UNAUTHORIZED SECTOR REGISTRY DETECTED.

He reached the "Dead Man’s Oak," a hollowed-out tree three hundred yards into the treeline. His hands, slick with blood and mud, fumbled with the bark until he found the hidden biometric plate. > BIOMETRICS RECOGNIZED: THORNE_ZERO_ONE > EMERGENCY CACHE UNLOCKED. The ground hissed open, revealing a vertical locker. Inside sat the "God-Slayer"—a sleek, matte-grey rail-gun that looked more like a surgical instrument than a weapon. Beside it was a small, handwritten envelope.

Their heavy barrel mechanisms slouched toward the earth, the red power rings circling their bases flickering out like dying embers. For three agonizing seconds, there was absolute silence. The citadel held its collective breath. Then with a deafening synchronized roar that shook the very foundations of the valley, the turrets hummed back to life. The heavy machinery groaned as the massive gun emplacements whirled around on their mountings, turning away from the borders and locking into a new unified defensive formation. The optical sensors at the tips of the barrels flared brightly, flashing away from Saed's dead, frantic red and solidifying into a crisp, lethal and unyielding Blackwood blue

The wind picked up, colder now, and the first drops of rain began to fall. Sera reached into her other pocket and pulled out a small silver ring. Marcus's ring. The one he'd worn since the day they'd recognised each other as mates. She pressed it to her lips, tasting salt from tears she didn't remember shedding.