Metal Gear Solid Novels & Stories

It was survival, and it could mean the difference between life and death when Selena was in a tight spot. Yeah, the guys at Solid Security were all huge guys, strong and powerful, but Roxanna was damn sure that Selena could give them a run for their money in terms of speed and stamina. And the word around the office was that Selena was one hell of a shot: she never missed. Not ever. Not even when she was backed into a corner and had no time to do much more than just react.

Trent snarled, through his bloodied rag he kept on his face. "Each joke, something breaks," War whispered lowly as he smelt Trent's anger stinking up the car. Rot...a disgusting rotting scent that War had quickly gotten used to a long, long time ago. He was sure that his little mate's nose wasn't as developed, so he was surprised when she began to stir awake. He was momentarily frozen as he watched movement behind her eyelids...then her eyes opened. The air drained from his lungs and as her molten chocolate eyes peered up at him in confusion. He could see the wheels mentally turning in her head as a look of realization suddenly dawned on her.

Malware processes detected: 5 active signatures in Sector Four. "They're moving fast," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the rush of water in the drainage pipes. I adjusted the strap of my tactical gear, my fingers gripping the hilt of my obsidian daggers. My 100% root access was fully operational, casting a glowing golden HUD over my vision that highlighted the layout of the tunnels in sharp, geometric lines.

"I don't care if a Sentinel is standing right in front of you. If you engage, the kinetic flash will draw the entire swarm. We are ghosts. We get in, we get the drive, we get out. Understood?" Reaper and Sienna nodded sharply. I looked at my father. He stepped forward and pulled me into a tight hug. He smelled of soldering iron and stale coffee. "Come back, Mia," he whispered fiercely. "I just got you back." "I always come back to the garage, Dad," I promised, squeezing him tight before pulling away and pulling on my own helmet. We mounted up. There was no roar of ignition. When I kicked the starter, the Sovereign didn't vibrate. A chilling, icy wave washed over my legs as the closed-loop en

He didn't throw a punch; he slammed both of his vibrating fists directly into the brick floor. A localized earthquake ripped through the Warren. The brick floor shattered, sending jagged shards of masonry exploding upward like shrapnel. Baraka was thrown off balance, the ground beneath his boots literally rolling like an ocean wave. Before Baraka could recover, the woman with the bone spikes whipped her arms forward. Six razor-sharp projectiles of calcified bone shot through the air, moving with the velocity of arrows fired from a compound bow. Adapt. Survive. The military MREs Baraka had consumed in the Zenith bunker provided the fuel his body desperately needed. His forearms instantaneousl

Pfft. Two quiet, metallic pops echoed through the rain, completely swallowed by the sound of the storm. The lead mercenary didn't even have time to raise his weapon or key his throat mic. Both rounds caught him directly in the center of his reinforced visor, the ballistic glass shattering inward as his body went entirely limp, collapsing backward into a deep puddle of muddy water. “Left guard is raising his carbine,” Malakai’s voice cut through, sharp and instantaneous. “Pivot ninety degrees. Now.”

Torin roared, laying down a burst of suppressive fire into the catwalks above to keep any remaining snipers pinned down. Agnes and Maeve sprinted through the freezing rain, their boots splashing through the flooded loading bay. Rhys stayed at their backs, a towering, indestructible shield, intercepting a stray plasma bolt with his bare, wrapped forearm, letting the moonstone weave absorb the lethal heat before tossing a secondary kinetic blast into the ceiling to collapse the bay doors behind them.

I replied resolutely, raising the weapon in my hand. "Did you ever love me, then?" I really didn't want to answer that question, but I wanted to continue cooperating with my mission. Suppressing the discomfort in my heart, I replied, "I did, but asking questions like this doesn't matter now. Not anymore." Shane exhaled, before kneeling down on the ground and waiting for me to act. My hand was steady, and soon, Shane's body became transparent and disappeared. The System announced, "Your mission is complete. You can return now.

Sully stood off to the side of the indoor shooting range, watching Cordelia load her gun. He wasn’t at all surprised at her choice of personal weapon: a Smith & Wesson M&P Shield. Compact and light, it was a popular choice with women with smaller hands... but it had a quick reset triggered by the striker-fired action, so the gun made it possible for multiple rounds to be fired quickly. The gun was sleek and slim – but it was fucking fast and lethal. Sully got the feeling that it was the perfect gun for this tough, sweet woman.