Metal Gear Solid Novels & Stories

Something heavy. A massive robot stepped out. It was twelve feet tall. It was painted black. It had Gatling guns for arms. "Meet the Reaper Prime," Garrett said. "Automated defense system. Enjoy." He ran toward a side exit. "Kill them," Garrett ordered the robot. The robot’s eyes glowed red. The guns spun up. Whirrrrrr. "Cover!" Kael screamed. We dove behind the missile cart just as the room erupted in a hail of bullets.

—the raw, unpredictable kinetic energy of the game. Together, they created a Cross-Platform Resonance. The amber light from Elara's stick merged with Kael’s fire and Julian’s silver glow, creating a new kind of "Total-Reality" beam. When it struck the Purifier, the white armor didn't just break—it Compiled. The "Protected File" was forced to acknowledge the existence of the "Glitch." The Purifier staggered, his armor turning from sterile white to a messy, vibrant brown-and-grey. He became solid. He became vulnerable. He became Real.

- [Mech Form: Third Evolution (20 meters)] [Mech Level: 50] [Weight: 53 tons] [Combat Power: 2655] [Strength: 18.5 tons] [Speed: 20 m/s] [Type: Medium-weight Melee] [Engine: Electromagnetic Range-Extender Engine (Legendary)] [Equipment: Ultra-Energy Solar Sword (Epic), Alloy Defensive Armor (Excellent), Multi-Point Continuous Thrusters (Excellent), Hundred Battle Core (Epic), Detection Core (Legendary), Assault Core (Epic), Gale Core (Epic), Freezing Funnel Tier 1 (Epic)]

The memory of the last few hours crashes into me like molten iron. Me. Gathering my men. “Yes, Boss,” Cameo said when he stepped into my office at the bank. “Get one of the boys to shut down all the security footage leading to the Roshids’ residence. Everything. The neighborhood. The street.” I ordered darkly. I pressed the button beneath my desk. The wall behind me gave way, sliding open to reveal the vault. My arsenal of weapons. Air conditioned. Clean. Sophisticated. “Sir? What are you planning?” Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space.

“But it won’t kill you. I wouldn’t. I’d spend the rest of my life making it up to you if it meant you’d finally fucking listen. But I swear to God, Seth, get off me. If you stay with him, I’ll burn the whole goddamn world down. Don’t fucking test me.” He looked insane. Beautiful. Broken. Gone. And then— The door slammed open. All three of us turned. Zenya. He stepped in like the storm himself, black coat still dusted with rain, eyes glowing like frost and fury. Without a word, he crossed the room, snatched the gun out of Miguel’s hands, switched the safety back on and pocketed it like it was nothing but a toy. He sighed. “There’s a lot of shit to clean up,” he said,

It was expensive–fucking expensive–but it was worth it. The cloud of steam finally cleared and the shelf locked into place with a soft satisfying click. Slowly, it turned, revealing rows of weapons that glinted in the deck’s light. “Hello, babies." I clicked on a button on the side of my pants and ‘Bad Reputation’ immediately began playing. “Mama's missed y'all."

“Fine. You want in, you’re in.” They went to the armory room in the back of the club. Metal shelves lined with firearms, ammunition, and knives gleamed in the low light. Amy’s fingers skimmed along the collection before she pulled down a polished Colt 1911 and a snub-nosed revolver. Isadora grinned and took her favorites — a black Beretta M1951 and a sawed-off shotgun with a worn leather strap. “You ever notice,” Isadora said as she checked the Beretta’s magazine, “that people like us never really retire?”

And from this distance, I wasn’t supposed to be able to hear a damn thing but my hyper fixation on them made it very easy to. “Eyes front, Cara Mia,” he said to her while the endearment he used, my love, felt like acid against my own veins. Her spine went rigid, her eyes fluttering as she forced her gaze away from me and fixed it forward instead. Like she was ignoring me. My jaw locked as my nails pressed into my palm so hard I could swear that I had drawn my own blood. But then I exhaled slowly. The rage didn’t fade, not at all, it just settled. It had to. For now.

Riley said, as she hugged Penelope. Suddenly, a darkness rolled in, and rain began to come down. That's when the growling began. Everyone turned to the West where rogues were emerging from the forest. "Riley, get behind me," Eli said as he tried to shield Riley from whatever danger was coming. Alpha Forrester did the same with Luna Marigold, while Ethan followed suit with Penelope. "You didn't think you could leave without saying goodbye, did you?" The second he talked, Riley knew that voice. It was the Rogue King himself. He was here on the Bloodmoon pack lands. What was happening?

I matter-in-factly said. “Do not compare me to her but thank you for saying that,” Max growled his complaint and compliment. “See! Now is there any way to talk to your Alpha?” I said, tapping his nose. Max was just about to open his mouth to say something snarky no doubt, however, something fell on my shoulders that caused me to stop. Whatever it was left a grease stain on my fury jacket. I noticed something on the ground and bent down to investigate, but was interrupted when I felt liquid on the back of my neck.