Metalocalypse Nathan Novels & Stories

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.

“Any idea why he left?” Luca’s throat bobbles as he swallowed. “You were in college. Nathan was working with a Wall Street group laundering cartel money. One night, poof! He vanished. Six months later, every case went cold, witnesses silenced, files burnt, and that was before we met and I fell in love with you. Nathan became a damn ghost.” I remembered. Barely. There were whispers about a high-level informant who vanished before trial. I never connected the dots. Until now.

The air is thick with smoke, sweat, and the metallic stench of something slowly dying. Nathan Kingsley, barely twenty, fell into depression due to failure after failure in his life. He sits slumped on the edge of the motel bed, pale and drenched in sweat, his pupils blown wide. His limbs twitch, jaw slack. He’s barely conscious, lost to whatever cocktail he shoved into his veins. From behind the closed bathroom door— BANG. BANG. BANG. “Nathan! Come out. You need help!” Her voice is cracking. Desperate. Angry, but scared.

95 Lana “Then, I can even make you have dozens of kids containing your blood just now,” Nathan stated fearlessly. I blinked twice as his words sank in my stomach, each word containing tons of heavy metals that felt like ripping through each ounce of my soul. Making babies appeared to be a joke to him. How could he mock something sacred so efficiently? He wasn’t like this before. I remembered him as someone gentle and considerate yet now, he was portrayed to be cold and selfish. “I don’t want to believe in my ears, speak something real, Nathan,” I replied, foggily.

I swallowed hard, nodding as if I understood. Nathan caught my hesitation and laughed softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You’re overthinking this, Mel. I always land on my feet." As we walked out of the building, I found myself reflecting on everything that had just unfolded. Watching Nathan maneuver through the meeting, effortlessly commanding respect and holding his ground, I finally understood why he was the key to this entire empire. It wasn’t just about power or wealth, it was about his mind, the sharpness of his thinking, and the cunning strategy that had kept him on top for so long.

Nathan Nathan Michaelis had been swallowing several times to ease the discomfort he felt in his chest. He felt like dying, but at the same time, he’s still alive and well. The recurring vibration of his phone shook him from his taxing activity. “Hello?” Nathan answered, ignoring the caller’s ID. “Nathan.”

Alexander started to turn toward Ophelia, intending to speak, but before he could say a word, the door swung open with a rush of air. Nathan strode in a bright presence against the subdued mood of the room. He wore a red basketball jersey clipped with a white stripe, gym shorts, and carried a black duffel bag slung over one shoulder. His tanned skin was still flush from exertion, beads of sweat glistening along his brow. He grinned, carefree, as if bringing sunlight inside with him. Marcus was the first to notice. "Nathan!" he exclaimed, a note of surprise coloring his tone. He stepped forward, grinning widely, clasping Nathan's shoulder in greeting.

She sobbed uncontrollably. Nathan felt a lump form in his throat as he watched Kianna, Lydia and Ann mourn Pink's death. He knew how they felt, he had been feeling the same way since Pink passed away. He couldn't understand why Kianna was begging for forgiveness instead. As the Molly pills started to take effect, Nathan felt himself becoming more and more detached from reality. He watched as the girls cried and begged Pink to come back, but he felt like he was watching a movie, like it was all just a dream.

“I, Nathan Lee Swift of the Moon Goddess Pack, reject you, Nyx Laurent, as my mate.” Cool. So he’s got a full name and a superiority complex. “Great. I accept your rejection,” I say dryly, walking past him toward the table where Dev stands. It stings a little—sure. No one likes being unwanted. But honestly? I dodged a toxic, emotionally constipated bullet. Too bad he didn’t dodge the fallout. A howl rips from Nathan’s chest as he drops to his knees, clutching himself in agony. “Shit,” I mutter, startled.

"And Mr. Vance? I’d check your personal accounts. Nathan might have fallen, but his servers never sleep." I wheeled him out of the room in a silence so thick it felt like a funeral. We didn't speak in the elevator. We didn't speak in the lobby. It wasn't until we were inside the armored Continental that Nathan finally broke. "They saw me," he rasped, his head in his hands. "They saw the monster fall." "No," I said, starting the engine. "They saw a man who was willing to break himself to win.