Metal Gear Solid Venom Novels & Stories

All what he had learnt from his father’s notes, all what he had thought himself would finally show. He got his device and filled it with a total of five bottles. “What do they do?” Karou asked. “I specialize in all types of poisons and toxins. You can’t have that in a real gun so I had to manufacture my own kind of weapons”. “Looks fancy” Megumi said. The needle came out and he pierced the first guy in the neck and went over to rest. Needles changed of course. He was in a gang, his sense of hygiene didn’t have to go with it. He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose.

"You are Athos. Obviously. Top dog, the captain, the one who carries everything. I am Aramis because I am clearly the most sophisticated. Dante is Porthos because he eats the most. And together we are —" "Together," I say, turning back, "you are two people who are three days away from having been the reason the Valenti Syndicate started a war with both the Orlov Bratva and the Sorano Greeks simultaneously. This is not a story about musketeers. This is not a game with codenames and live feeds and quarterback fantasies." I look at them both, and I keep my voice at the particular register I use when I need something to land without volume. "If anyone in that room connects what happens tonight b

“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?”

Some were lucky that the gun fell from their hand without the bullet wounding them, but people like Mykel, Tessa and Melissa's wrists were bleeding already. "Told you, you can't defeat us," Venom said as they had fun as they saw their victory over the blood moon. Aurelio wiped the drink off his eyes with a smirk playing on his lips. This was what he wanted—for them to think they had won. "Guns don't make you powerful," he said, and before they could make a move, his boots struck Venom's lips with a force that sent him against the deck. Selene, Godzilla and Marcelo fired their bullets, but Snow, Paige and Sin were fast enough to kick their hands up in the sky.

The ranks drew with a strength that several tons heavy vehicle like a toy tipped. Kael did not hesitate. He jumped to the ground, cracked his kinetic rifle from the shoulder and fired directly into the canal. The projectile cracked the polymer, but instead bleeding, the canal bleededed a stinginging, sweet smell of ozone and molten silicone. “It’s a biomechanical infection!” Silas cried out from the Rover, who is still so the head stretched out the window. “They eat the old world’s hardware and build them into their own structure!” The gorge began to empty. Dozens, no hundreds of these ranks

The white silence vibrated with a high-frequency erasure. It tasted of scorched iron and the airless zero of the void. My stone fist remained locked to the throne, still clutching the pile of gray ash—the remains of the Null-Drone. Feedback from the kill rippled through my quartz marrow, a jagged, sympathetic throb that turned the gold veins in my chest a necrotic purple.

The chilling voice sent shivers down Venom’s back, and his body instinctively trembled from the fear as his able hand took out the jar with the purple striped bee that is sleeping on a small lump of leaf and flowers with a golden dew-like pearl next to it. “H-Honey d-dew.” Venom’s voice quivered in trepidation, and at his expectant eyes, Samel took the jar and threw him down the ground. Feeling relieved that he is still alive, Venom was about to breath a sigh of relieve when a crisp crack sounded and his head lolled limply to the side with his eyes still open, not expecting death to come so fast.

"Left knee. Vent 4." "On it," I said. I didn't even stop running. I slid across the polished concrete floor, passing right under the Titan’s massive legs. As I slid, I pulled the EMP grenade from my belt, primed it, and jammed it directly into the thermal exhaust port on the back of its left knee a design flaw I had discovered in the wreckage of Neo-Vegas five years from now. "Eat static," I whispered. I rolled clear. ZZZT-BOOM.

They need a paper trail," Kaelen muttered, his thoughts racing as he analyzed his vulnerabilities. They need witnesses. He thought of the people who might lead them back to himself. Only two men knew the full extent of his treason Vance and Marcus. While he doesn't know the whereabouts of Marcus who had vanished into the lower sectors during the bakery raid he knew exactly where his Vanguard commander was hiding. Kaelen realized he had to take care of Vance, and he had to do it right now, before they would call him out to testify before the assembled elders. Moving with a frantic, quiet efficiency, Kaelen walked over to his private medicine cabinet hidden behind a heavy velvet drapery. He pu

I continued walking in the street to God knows where. No one was in sight and I had a little bit of fear in me. No gun,no weapons was with me except from my clenched fist,I felt vulnerable. Soon,I heard the screeching of a van. "They are here. They are here." I said to myself. My legs felt weak but I carried them as fast as I could but there was no way I could be faster than a van. The van sped past me and stopped right in front of me. The door opened and a man in black suit came down. His hair was black and long and he packed it and his suit looked expensive. I began to breath heavily and held my chest. My heart was beating abnormally faster and my head was thinking of ways to escape.