Metroman Novels & Stories

Sending the man back 300 feet at least hitting a few trees on his way. A man with short brown hair walked out, he had red brown eyes and it was a little unsettling to Jake to say the least.He looked like a demon to Jake but other then that Jake couldn't get a good look.Making it hard for him to assess the new man standing in front of him. Glory looked at Jake and whisper to him “He read minds, be careful what you think.” Jake just nodded and waited, when the man came into view he had a short black sleeve shirt that showed off his tattoos and muscles. There was a dragon spiraling down his arm, and the initial “HE” on his arm, Jake didn't doubt that there were other tattoos on his back by th

Alpha Jones held his hand to lift him up but he resisted. "That's who he is. He came to disunite us in this Manor" Sophie buttressed. "Yes, this is who I am" Scott stood up to his feet. His face had changed. He was no longer looking like Scott. His face was disgusting with a long scar running across his face. "Then who the hell are you?" Sophie challenged him. "I am Kratos" he said boldly. "Kratos or Scott or whatever you are" Alpha Jones paused to stare at Sophie. "You are still my Beta and that will remain as that" he enforced stamping his foot on the ground.

The red-headed man looks back to Alpha Maximus and unlocks his wrist that I couldn't reach. The man then helps Alpha Maximus gently to the ground and places his hands over the stab wounds. 'Shit! This isn't good, Alpha Maximus. Our warriors are dead. I don't know if you are going to heal quickly enough. There must be at least ten stab wounds!' he counts. 'Mate,' The Lycan whispers. The man looks at me and nods for me to go to the Lycan. I slowly crawl over and hold his hand. 'I don't think he is going to make it,’ the man says to me.

Five teen years ago, World War III has started. But not to against terrorism, not even communism, now mankind facing a ferocious monster called Fluxter. Their normal size was like a racehorse, but their appearance is different depend on the class and regions of the world. Fluxter has a main core that located inside the head, it used to command all of the body just like a brain. Seraph type is the only Fluxter with intelligence, it usually leading a Fluxter colony. Not like other Fluxters, Seraph can metamorphose to stronger form called Varniant. The size and power are extremely enhanced, and obtain different ability depend on the evolution path.

Her right breast is gone; she was chained and she is crying in pain. “Give me that!” She screamed but the scary beast appeared again from above. This time he has big, black wings that are shaped like bat wings and he is holding a metal stick that is bigger than the normal human arm. “No please… no!” Begged by the naked woman who is trying to grab my blanket.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

’ I replied, looking out the window. “Harley, what can you tell us about the Beta at the Silver Springs Pack?” Duncan asked from the front seat. He turned to look at me. I was surprised at the contrast between Anders and Duncan. Much like the difference in Alpha Michael and Alpha Callan, their physical appearance was complete opposites. I didn’t know much about Duncan, except from the bits and pieces that Anders had shared, which hadn’t been much.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

Arthur, the Eighth Brother. He looked like a man who had spent his life building bridges of steel while his brothers built bridges of starlight. He carried a cane topped with a simple silver wolf’s head, and behind him stood a legion of soldiers in "Null-Armor"—suits designed to absorb kinetic energy and ground it into the earth.