Metalocalypse Nathan Novels & Stories

I grumbled. "Your words are just filled with lies," Nathan suddenly said from behind. Nathan, just stood there staring at us at first, he occasionally served the clan territory and knew the laws guiding the four packs in the clan. He was married to a witch who was once mortal. He is my best friend. I know what he is capable of doing… but I doubt he also doesn't know about the question I was asking.. Even if his best friend's only happiness was being with a mate who embarrassed and rejected him, Nathan still won't agree to it.

Nathan asks and coughs to one side. -Not. They are criminals, I can tell and excuse me but I don't work like that. They'll have to find another place to drop dead because it won't be in my hands. No offense," he clarifies to Nathan and he gets angry, grabs him by the collar of his perfect shirt and brings it closer to his face. —I don't give a fucking gram of shit about your ideals, moralist, criminal or not. You're going to open me in two and you'll take the bullet from where the hell it is. You'll heal me and come home a good, happy guy. Understood?

I laugh, a short snort at first, then it grows, spiraling into something I can’t contain. “You know what Nathan said the first day we met?” I gasp between laughs. Cole shakes his head, grinning that perfect grin. “The day you arrived. Movers everywhere. Nathan wanders into the backyard, spots me. Questions flying fast my name, my age, even my third-favorite color. And then, dead serious, he says, ‘I’m Nathan Williams. Someday, I’m going to be a better hockey player than my dad.’” Cole erupts, deep, rough laugh, the kind that rumbles in your chest. “Little shit,” he mutters.

Nathan snorted, before sneering, “No, you don’t! And as for you seeing my dark side—hardly—you don't know a fucking thing about my dark side…the secrets I hold, and furthermore, you don’t want to, I can assure you of that! Believe me, baby, when I say, you have no clue who I am. Truth to tell, I’m pretty goddamn sure it would scare the shit plum out of you if you did. In fact, I got a fucking whopper of a secret that would make you see me as the monster I am! Let me lay it out on the line here—I'm not, nor have I ever been who, or what you think I am.” A few seconds of silence passed, before, voice abnormally calm, he murmured, “Actually, it'd be best if you stayed the fuck away from me alto

Fear of crowds was a luxury he couldn't afford when Nathan was spiraling. The neon sign of The Iron Lung flickered in the rain, casting long, bleeding shadows across the pavement. Zack stepped inside, the smell of stale beer and expensive tobacco hitting him like a physical blow. The club was a mosh pit of Cocolink soldiers and high-tier hitters. He spotted them at the back bar. Nathan was a tower of simmering violence, his knuckles white around a tumbler. Madeline was draped over his arm like a silk scarf, her blonde hair stark against his black suit.

Nathan is hell bent on figuring out who the second mole is after killing an undercover cop big Jim in Congo.He’s going to do everything humanly possible to get the information he needs. “Ben, what is George doing here? Isn’t he supposed to be resting? Hey boys let’s go to the garage.”

the driver muttered. Nathan's voice came through the line, cool and commanding. “Good. Make it look like an accident. I don’t want any loose ends,” he instructed before ending the call. As he put his phone down, Nathan leaned back in the worn seat of the small, cluttered apartment he now called home, letting out a heavy sigh as his thoughts spiraled. He was thinking of the plan he had set into motion, and he was filled with a mixed sense of bitter resentment.

“I made a lot of mistakes back then. But I won’t repeat them. This time, I’ll make sure everything’s settled.” Adrian laughed loudly, a manic sound echoing through the warehouse. “You think you’ve won?” he sneered, eyes burning with hate. “She doesn’t know, does she? Her ex-husband was OCPD with psychopathic traits. You’re just a crazy guy pretending to be calm!” Nathan’s cold smile vanished. He grabbed his metal gloves and rained down merciless punches and kicks on Adrian. Every blow made Adrian flinch, blood flowing freely, life nearly slipping away. But Nathan didn’t stop. He bent to pick up a metal rod.

Of course the message were passed across in plain English and Germanic, I could not bring myself to understand how having sex with Nathan had made me impure . I scrolled through the picture Mike had sent to me, apparently he appeared to be very important as I saw a picture he took with the Mayor of the city. "Who is Nathan?" . I thought to myself again wondering how he got to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time, how could it be that he was such an important person. Important enough to take pictures and yet have nothing at all on the internet linking him up , it felt as though he was a ghost, a fucking ghost.

Mantus’ POV After what happened, I investigated everything about Nate’s life to understand why Phoenix killed him. I learned many people bullied him when he was a young boy; Nathan Montefalco was one of the people. Also, I found out he was in the hospital because he had cancer. So, I went to the hospital where he was confined. When I went to his room, I saw him skinny. It seems to me only machines helping him to live. “Nathan Montefalco,” I said to him. So, even though he was so weak, he looked at me.