Metal Gear Solid Zeke Novels & Stories

His mane is patchy, his antlers are cracked, and his tail is thumping against the dirt with such pathetic enthusiasm that I want to bite it off. Behind him, three more elders have materialized out of the blue foliage. Taz, who lost an eye to a griffin three decades ago and never lets anyone forget it. Merr, who chews on bark like it’s a pipe. And old Lok, who is so ancient his fur has gone white, and who has zero shame about rolling onto his back the second he sees a newcomer. They are all staring at Sienna. I growl and coming from me, the leader and Alpha, this is a sound that should send any rational Zareth scrambling for the trees.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

will be nullified and you get to spend your last remaining days in a padded room waiting to find out if you get put down by lethal injection. But really, that one caveat is not too much to ask, especially since if I ever get a sudden urge to kill, I can just contact my boss—Zeke—and he’s good at finding quick work to satisfy my craving for blood. I was twenty-two when Zeke approached me, and like I said I had killed thirteen people at that point, so his offer was a no-brainer. Zeke is, as a matter-of-fact, the original founder of T.H.E.M. and something of a mystery. A disgusting slob of a mystery, but a mystery nonetheless. All I really know about him is that he used to be a serial killer, b

Paths gleamed under enchantments that never faltered, hedges trimmed into shapes that felt intentional rather than natural, it wasn't to my taste at all but somehow, Mia seemed to like it. The ride back to Killers MC shook the stiffness out of my bones. The road quickly narrowed the farther I went, marble giving way to stone, stone to dirt. The air changed too, losing that sterile sweetness and picking up smoke, oil and metal. These were Familiar scents... Honest ones. The gate guards nodded me through without questions and by the time I approached the pack house, Zeke was already awake. He stood near the garage, sleeves rolled up, hands blackened with grease. He glanced at me once then jerk

"The Queen wants her soldiers at full strength for the Blood Moon." Darius stepped closer, sniffing the air. "Smells like memory magic." My heart beat. "Dreamroot can mimic that scent. It's for pain relief." His eyes narrowed as he circled my workroom, touching bottles, studying tools. "Funny thing. A patrol found Zeke Storm half-dead in the forest. And nearby? Five dead Syndicate assassins." I kept my face blank. "Perhaps Zeke's enhancements are failing. Making him unstable." "Perhaps." Darius picked up a vial, studying it. "Or perhaps someone told him the truth about his sister."

Zeke starts coughing, rushing to the door, pounding with both fists. ZEKE: (shouting) Open the door! Please! There’s someone here! He slams his shoulder against the door — useless. Smoke curls under the cracks. The temperature rises. Above him, the wooden ceiling creaks. ZEKE (V.O.): Am I... going to die? I don’t want to die... Flames burst from the ceiling. A burning beam crashes down, narrowly missing him. Zeke collapses to his knees, coughing violently. Tears blur his vision.

Selene mumbled. “That is another way to put it.” Zac nodded. “No, I mean he is the embodiment of Wrath.” Selene stated. Everyone turned to look at Selene, but no one said anything. With a sigh, Selene waved her hand in front of her, and then, to my surprise, another Zeke appeared. This Zeke was dressed and looked the same as the other Zeke, except his eyes were pink, which was weird. Looking at the Zeke in the chair beside Zac, I noticed his eyes were crimson red.

The weak Alpha spit blood and looked at Zeke with narrowed eyes and wide psycho smile. “The son of the fool Alpha. Don’t make me laugh.” From what he said, Zeke took another step to attack but Elon easily dodged it, giving a kick on Zeke’s ribs, losing his balance. Elon stood up to attack but before his claws reached Zeke’s torso, Zeke ducked and stabbed Elon’s stomach. “Watch the fool’s son kill you.” he said and pierced his claws deeper, hitting the internal organs of Elon, before twisting his hands for further impact.

Ash covers the few remaining flowers, turning them a uniform gray and lifeless. And there, in the middle of the desolation, someone sits hunched over, his massive frame radiating defeat. Zeke. “Zeke!” I scream, sliding frantically down the steep slope, heedless of the ash staining my clothes. He looks up slowly. And my heart stops in my chest. His beautiful green eyes are pitch black. He’s weeping something dark and viscous...blood or oil, I can’t tell. His hands are tangled deeply in his hair, pulling violently, red strands coming loose with every desperate motion.

I asked no one as I stared at my nails. Squee! That would be so hot! Ohh Damien's gonna love it, he loves purple, he loves you! "Hmph, I'll do it." I shrugged. I felt two fingers poke me in my side and I jumped up knocking off my headphones in the process. I saw Zeke behind me with a smirk, "Zeke!" I breathed, "You scared the shit outta me." He wore a black latex jacket and black jeans with white converse. "So that's where your sensitive spot is, I wonder where the rest are." He grinned.