Metroman Novels & Stories

“Who are you?” Matthew asked the man who was wearing a sci-fi battle suit. The man had white spiky hair and an equally white pair of eyes. His suit was mostly black with neon white tubes along his back, arms, and legs. Grey parts covered his chest, abdominal muscles, biceps, and quadriceps. “Name’s 4M5Y4R YB. My colleagues usually refer to me as YB. People of this world call me The Copier though.”

“I thought...I thought that thing was…” “It almost got me.” He whispered. “That’s why I had to leave my armor behind. I couldn’t contact you guys because I lost the radio during the fall.” Jack said grimly. “The only thing that I have right now is this handgun. You shouldn’t have come here Nathalia. Skyr shouldn’t have let you come.” It was the first time since I have met him that he actually looked afraid. “Is that a metahuman?” “Yes.” He confirmed. “But that thing is the worst there is. It’s the first time that I have met one with three species. I guess another one of their experiments.”

“Ye—ss sir. I’ll do it as soon as possible.” With this he cut the call looking out of the window. Fate was brewing a strong storm in the life of Malek by two men and only time would show who would be her knight in the shining armor. ******************************

I want to know if any one of them escaped. Jack, in his metahuman body, looked up to me sadly. ‘Nathalia, the metahuman bodyguards are Squadron C. We are the new pawns that he controls because of the serum in our body that he injected. We are conscious of what’s happening but we can’t fight his influence. But we do try. I believe that his serum isn’t perfect because we can still fight it for a while.’ I recalled the instance when the jellyfish metahuman seemed to be moving at a slow pace while it was creeping behind Byron. And also the time when the Turtle metahuman stopped himself from spinning just to protect his comrades.

**** DELLA I watched as Hunt walked off towards the aisles before I went in search of clothing. Since it was going to be cold in the mountains, I took three sweaters, all neutral colours like beige and brown. Being around humans always made me so nervous. No one wants to grow up as human only to learn that they're actually a beastly creature that turns every full moon because that's the time when our powers are at their peak and the Moon Goddess is calling out to us to embrace our role in nature.

Solmyra said without turning to him. “Yes,” Maeron murmured. “And her mate draws near.” “Will you stop them?” Maeron didn’t answer right away. He closed his eyes and let the wind carry fragments of thoughts into him. He wasn’t born a man. He wasn’t even born a being. He was created, twisted from broken pieces of other warriors and creatures who had once worshipped the moon and bled for it. He didn’t fear pain. He didn’t fear war. But this time, something different tugged at his chest. He could sense the power inside Serena growing. A lunar blessing like hers was rare. Dangerous.

She had been marked and imprinted with a human. Leonidas Maximilian was a pure human who was only unfortunate enough to be associated with shape-shifters, wolf-shifters to be exact. According to the data his men had gathered, Leonidas Maximilian is also, unfortunately, a blood brother to a turned wolf Alexander Maximilian who also happens to be also on his list to kill. Unfortunately, he is under the protection and is a part of the Tacita Mortes Pack.

he said in a monotone voice as he followed me behind my back. Copper is a tall bulky white man, with a bald head and he is always on a suit with sunglasses at all times, mainly when we are outside. "I am perfectly fine and I can take care of myself if something happens," he grunts, "and I am sure nothing will happen." I looked back at and gave him a smile as I opened the refrigerator and poured myself a cup of water. "Besides, you do know I know how to fight right?" "Yeah, but I do not think you would be able to take two large men of my size on your own."

Fuck, yeah, she’s a Leonetti wolf and that counts for something. The light intensifies, and for a moment, everything is bathed in blinding white. A deafening roar sounds out, and when I open my eyes, I see the dark smoke hovering above Morana. I don’t see any physical features, but I can feel the absolute hatred this thing encapsulates. Who would worship something like this? When the light fades, Morana collapses to her knees, breathing heavily. Nova steps forward, her expression one of relief. “It’s done,” she says softly. “The Meraloth is gone.”

Brett and Mya responded to this order, but Strider piped up, "I think everyone should get some rest, sir. I'll handle security." "Are you sure?" Adrian asked. Strider nodded. "My physique is unique, so I don't need much sleep. Go ahead and rest. I'll be fine alone." Adrian said nothing more as Strider was more capable than ordinary humans and was probably unaffected by the meteorites at this point. Adrian gave the order for everyone to rest and that nobody was allowed to go near Enigma City without his approval. ***