Metal Gear Solid Zeke Novels & Stories

Zeres who was just leaping noticed the destruction from miles away and instead of continuing leap, he applied his ability and within a blink, he had teleported from where he was down to Ezekiel's apartment in Dark Igor. Zeke was having a relaxing moment with himself as he readied his mind for the upcoming war but all of a sudden, there was an interruption. “Dude, you know how much I dislike you appearing out of nowhere.” Ezekiel complained but Zeres gritted his teeth to the bones and scoffed. “Whenever I make such appearance isn't it to tell that it's a sign that something disastrous had taken place? Do not take me for granted Zeke.” Zeres was upset.

Blood oozed from that spot, and the floor turned crimson. "I haven't even started." I drew the cigarette into my mouth as Zeke clapped dramatically, his face smiling even in the most serious situation. "What shall we do to him?" I tossed the cigarette on the floor and matched it until the ashes turned to dust. I stood up and stole a glance at Zeke, who stood beside me. I grabbed his shoulder, "I don't have to do anything." "I will." Zeke responded, wearing black gloves on his hand. I let out a tired sigh and pressed my fingers against my temples. I began to wonder if he was high on drugs or drunk.

Master Magaera was utterly taken aback when he saw the scene at the square. On the other hand, Zeke fell to the ground with grief and anger. Three sets of golden armor stood in the center of the square. There were three dry corpses inside the golden armor. Although their faces could not be seen, judging from the size of the golden armor, they were Zeke's brothers.

Fiona followed up with a sugary smile. "I have a really sensitive nose, so don't take it personally." Jasper gave a slight frown of his own and said, "Babe, I know things have been rough for you these past few days. I just got back from the time portal. Here, I brought something for our son." He reached into a bag and pulled out a cheap bootleg action figure, placing it in my hands. If this had been any other time, I would have thrown it in his face on the spot, the way I always did with whatever half-hearted gift he used to brush me off. Not today, however. I did not care anymore.

, he finally commanded as he gave me his back. The first thing I noticed was his broad shoulders. Muscular and Potent. It carried the largest tattoo on his upper body. Hezekiah. His name was Hezekiah. This was the weirdest thing I'd ever seen or imagined. A man walks into a store, points a gun at two people, only to have his back scratched? Wow. The world had more psychopaths than I ever imagined. I gently and smoothly scratched his back while giving his shoulders a little unprofessional massage. I continued to do this until I found a rhythm and his tensed shoulders fell into relaxation.

As soon as he said that, he released Biggy, Scarlet, White Doll, a Rank 3 male zombie, and a Rank 3 female zombie. He ordered them to draw the zombies over while he leaned against the armored vehicle nonchalantly. When Sandy and Elise saw the sudden appearance of the zombies, they were shocked speechless, and quickly took a few steps backward. “Sandy, 5…a Rank 5 zombie,” Elise said in horror. Sandy steadied herself. She already knew that Lucas was a Dark Race, and she knew that he had three Rank 5 zombies as well. Biggy led the other zombies forward and began drawing the zombie over.

Half an hour later, after sitting for what seemed like ages, Kellan finally emerged, looking like the King he was. "Finally, King Kellan! For a minute, I thought you weren't gonna see me." Zeke said, standing up on his feet. He bowed his head slightly, a smile on his face. "To what do I owe this early visit?, It's barely 9 o'clock in the morning." Kellan said icily, glaring at Zeke. The young man looked like a clown to him. Everything he'd heard about him crossed his mind, worsening Kellan's mood. However, Zeke was the son of a notable and well respected Alpha Maverick of the Darkmoon park. It was hard to turn him down. He walked to the opposite sofa, and sat down. Waiting.

Medi Forest-(OUTSIDE ZEURION CITY) Althea "IT'S nice to see you both, once again... after such a long, long time," Serge stated while locking his gaze on us. Then he looked straight in my direction and said, "Am I right my sweet Thea?"

So far we hadn't found what it was that he had uncovered if anything, but we knew he had been on the right track. Zak's findings today had changed things up a lot, put a whole new spin on things. If what the old man had suspected is true, then we were dealing with some dangerous fucking individuals. The men themselves may not be much; I could take those fuckers with my bare hands in my sleep. But that's usually the way with these types. No, their strength came in the form of the power they wielded.

Seated cross-legged with the light pouring from her hands and her chest, her eyes closed and her face drawn with concentration and effort, her torn shirt hanging from her shoulders and the rope burns still raw at her wrists. The men stared for exactly one moment. "Let's not waste this." Zeke's voice cut clean through the stillness, low and absolute. They went back to work. With the enemy destabilized and Zeke's injured restored, the battle shifted with the sudden totality of a tide change. Zeke moved through the remaining soldiers with a precision that was almost methodical — identifying the highest threats first, neutralizing them, clearing space for his men to work. He fought without waste