Metroman Novels & Stories

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

“Ok, Damien how did you know that?” “Look, just be careful okay? Because all I know is that Metatron will ask for your blood but don’t give it to him” “Ok, I see, I have to go now” she said moving back “Ok let me break it down for you” he said putting his hands in his pocket and she stopped—she shouldn’t have “Metatron was a general of all the Legions of Leviathans, they were powerful creatures but he rebelled against God and fought God but was defeated woefully” he said

Of course, once the metas conquered the surface, there was no doubt that greed would take over and they would look toward conquering inner-earth as well. If he’d only realized that’s who he was dealing with while being held captive, he’d have revealed his true nature and done the world a favor by eliminating Antoh Sudnik during one of their private, one on one sessions. Now, the man was on his tail with his army of misfits who possessed some sort of superpower as a result of genetic manipulation that he’d have to deal with. Doing it alone was something he didn’t relish. He longed for the team he’d left in Manthella, including Myriana.

Dax asks. “Yeah, this didn’t happen on pack lands, this is human land. And a human victim. So, human cops.” I remind him. “Beta Cayden”, I say in the mind link, “call the local P.D. and tell them we have a deceased human male in the no man’s land between our pack and Alpha Connor’s.” “Oh, shit. Is it…?” He asks as though he doesn’t want to say the word. “Yeah. The guy has two small puncture wounds on his neck.”

The other was a tall man with the permanent scowl of someone who'd once been a bureaucrat and now had to carry a gun. The woman introduced herself as Marta Sánchez, formerly Control Acquisition Division. The man, DeWitt, didn’t give a first name. Marta pulled a tarp off a metal cart. What lay beneath looked like a human brain, roughly basketball-sized, mounted on a mess of tentacles and chitinous limbs. It had no eyes, but ridges across its central mass pulsed faintly, as if registering light. "Meet the enemy," Marta said. "This is a dead one. We think. Don’t poke it."

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.

I cursed and stepped into the window of the building. Yah! You're not spider man, fuvker! It's the third floor you'll jump to! Noella snorted on the line. "Fuck it! It's up to Batman," I said and jumped completely. ROSE! I heard Noella shouted. “Fuck!” Dela Merced yelled in shock, then his eyes got bigger when he saw me. "Come on!" I cursed again while feeling my leg sprained by the force of the fall. Fvck it, Rose! You, bitch!

The merman secures the entrance with a cobalt metal bolt, creating an impenetrable barrier from prying eyes. In the dimly illuminated room adorned with dark red glowing crystals, Trent and Hunter finally get a better look at the mysterious merman who had welcomed them into the secret hideout. The merman's tail is discreetly covered by a tight, form-fitting sleeve, concealing the color of his scales. He dons a long-sleeved top and a mask, ensuring that no identifying features are visible, except for his imposing size. Trent nods in acknowledgment, patiently awaiting some form of briefing or test from this enigmatic figure.

I hear a voice say and when I take a closer look at the speaker, I find the face familiar. “You’re him! The strange dude at my door!” I shout with wide eyes, everything coming back to me. “Good to know your memory is in good shape. The boss hates forgetful people,” the stranger answers, adding more confusion to my thoughts. The boss? “You… You abducted me!! Let me go! I demand you let me go!” I shoot out with all the boldness I can gather in me, making them stop. At first, I think it’s because of me then I see a man in a red suit walking towards us. He has this dangerous aura that surrounds him. I’m very sure my heart just skipped a beat. “Shout one more bloody time, and you’ll fucking lose

The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the East’s most potent pack leader, was infamous for his ruthlessness and hatred of the impolite. According to legend, he murdered most of his servants, and his reign was marked by bloodshed. Nothing was too much for a man to do to ensure that those around him obeyed his every command. To him, it is preferable to slaughter the weak and bathe in their blood beneath the light of a harvest moon. His wolf was said to be a monster with red eyes that glowed in the dark, watching its victims before tearing them apart.