Metal Gear Solid Novels & Stories

“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,

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.

"It's true. What are you going to do now?" "I see someone is not afraid of me anymore. That mark can always be ripped out and replaced with mine. You think you all are so clever. Marking what is meant to be mine. Well, you're wrong. Luna Riley and Penelope will be mine. They all will. My army will grow." "Over my dead body!" Eli shouted. "You better leave before we attack," Alpha Forrester warned. "I didn't come to fight. I came to return this worthless wolf. She's done her time and is no longer of any use," the Rogue King declared as he threw Rileys mother towards them.

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.

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

She raised her other arm and held up her mace. Ragged warcries escaped the throats of the other players in their team as they finally closed the distance. They lost 9 mechs throughout the run, but they finally made it to the trenches where the enemy's ranged superiority ceased to offer a decisive advantage. The enemy team possessed a clear lack of close-ranged fighters. However, a heavy striker appeared before Melinda and fired his over-sized shotgun at her approaching form.

I said quietly. Miller didn't ask for clarification. He reached down into his tactical pack and pulled out a small, heavy black equipment case. He popped the plastic latches, revealing three low-profile, military-grade bone-conduction earpieces resting within custom-molded foam inserts. They were sleek, entirely matte-black, and designed to sit completely concealed behind the earlobe, transmitting audio directly through the temporal bone without blocking ambient environmental sound.

Tarken hated these things. Not only were they dull, but software demonstrations were something only computer geeks could get a kick out of. He was an administrator, a manager, not an I.T. specialist. That’s why he’d brought Donaldson along—to talk geek-talk. Tarken was at the Crown Complex software seminar to talk numbers. Donaldson didn’t have a clue about money, but he knew everything about software. Tarken knew everything about money and nothing about computers, except how to read and send email. Together they made a formidable team.

Miles heaved a sigh. “Of course not. “After all, the Council of Myth specializes in hidden weapons, not martial arts. “That said, I can let you in on a secret. “The Royal Flush can break through any Gods of War’s defenses. “You may seem impressive, but you can only die if you’re targeted by the Royal Flush anyway.” Harvey’s expression remained unchanged. “You’re threatening me with a hidden weapon? “Are you stupid?” Miles let out another sigh. “I know that many people don’t believe us.