Metroman Romane & Geschichten

"To the third, I am but a male seeking shelter in the confines of your home. Should you shed my blood here and now, you will ruin your reputation before your people and mine and you will invite war to your gates. Take me in, Alpha. I am better an ally than an enemy." Damien eyed the man warily. He knew the man was Williams' best friend. Betas never betrayed their Alphas --except he was endangering the pack--and by the looks of it, Williams probably was, if his Beta was seeking shelter at his doors of all places. The man must have realized that Damien 's pack was a stronghold and a good enough hiding spot from Williams. Damien eyed the man's bruises and leaned back on his heel. "I take your A

"Obstructing an Executioner carries a mandatory sterilization mandate." Nero, the Rank 7 Hermit-Crab strain, did not step aside. She looked at her rusted, ramshackle settlement—the Lanterns—which Ren had just saved from being wiped off the map. Then she looked at the pristine, arrogant Up-Worlder threatening her reef.

Dust and smoke billowed into the room, carrying the sharp, metallic scent of high-grade explosives. Through the haze walked three figures. They weren't the standard mercenaries. These were taller, bulkier, their armor pulsing with a faint purple runic script. Morana’s elite. The Hollow Men. "Secure the package," the lead soldier said, his voice mechanical. He raised a weapon—a glowing staff that crackled with electricity. Kai burst through the hole in the wall a second later. He was bleeding from a gash on his arm and his chest plate was cracked, but he was still standing. He roared and tackled the lead soldier, driving him into the concrete floor.

But only one of those rooms is occupied by a big man with all sorts of wires and tubes attached to him. I stand on the tip of my toes, trying to peek through the small window near the top of the tall door. And my heart drops right to my stomach when I see that it’s Alpha Hyperion. A small scream escapes my lips. I scramble away from the small window, but then the door swings open and a young man gets out. His face contorts in anger when he sees me. His face is quite familiar, and when I look down at his arm, he has the tattoo of a Beta, the single horizontal line.

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

I said, seeing Jack riding on my back. As my group walked back to Deepsea Metro. Jack the Ripper my personal and favourite servant from Fate/Grand Order looked at Kronika “Kronika, the antagonist of Mortal Kombat Eleven. I never knew that the antagonists would be helping Mother” said Jack. As we arrived at the Deepsea Metro, Karuji was taking care of the injured and wounded.

Lana Lucifer doesn’t say a word as we make our way back to my cabin, which gives me the chance to really take a good look at him. It has been weeks since I saw him, and my eyes are soaking in every inch of his masculine frame. His silky, dark hair is curled back in a trendy style, with the front being longer than the back, his dark eyes are shadowed by his long lashes, and his pouty lips are as luscious as I remember. If I had to categorize Lucifer, I’d say he’s a pretty boy with his Roman nose, high cheekbones and youthful features. Though his face may look young, his body is all man. At a couple of inches over six feet, he’s quite the specimen with his swimmer’s build and powerful aura. Hi

A stream of green metal shards spiraled from the ceiling constructing a large mantis like monolith coated with silver and teal colored steel. ‘Your freakin kidding me,” Adrian said. The colossal robotic mantis roared to the sky, extending its pincers to the sides of the cavern. “I really hate Reapers, " Lisa said.

He tightened his grip. “No! Wait, no! I really am Vulcan, man. It’s a codename! Every member in the organization bears a codename taken from Ancient Roman religion. Look, my real name is boring ol’ Zac Zimmerman, okay? I’m not lying—this is the truth!” he cried out in tears.

For he realised that in his bid to escape her he had moved back into her effective range. “Well this is just great,” Mane smiled bitterly as a huge sword descended upon him rapidly. He was caught between a rock, a hard place and something extra. For the boomerang shield was before him, the sword above him, and Sasha behind him. “For a descendant of the greatest titan to have ever lived, you really underestimate yourself.” Mane was about to concede when a powerful voice rushed into his head. “Cronos,” Mane frowned upon realizing the identity of the one speaking to him.