Metroman Novels & Stories

Andrius headed to Noir’s garage. “Wolf King!” A strong man came out and knelt in front of Andrius, looking excited. “I’ve finally found you!” He was the old friend that Noir mentioned. Noir chuckled. “Surprised?” “Quite.” Andrius smiled when he saw the man. The man was a high-ranking officer of the Western Frontline, Andrius’ right-hand man, Severus Sano, nicknamed the Serpent.

He stood like a titan, his arms raised against the falling sky, his body becoming the pillar that held up the world. Jax lunged at the Mirror-Man, his blue claws glowing with a viral heat. "I spent an eternity in the cracks of your code! You think you can delete me now? I am the **Permanent Bug**!" I looked at the falling square. I looked at the "Full-Format Command." It was too big to fight. It was the entire weight of the Holding’s authority. "Sarah," I said, my voice steady. "We can't just edit the page. We have to **Close the Book**."

They were haggard, their skin pale and sallow from a lack of Sombra-vitamins, their eyes darting with the frantic energy of the "Old Human." In the center of the group stood a man in a bulky, hydraulic exoskeleton. It was a crude piece of machinery, powered by a rack of lead-acid batteries that hummed with a different, more mechanical frequency. This was Cassian Ares, the son of Julianna, the "Iron King" of the tunnels.

he murmured, smile ruthless. We reached the exit when a siren wailed — deep, subsonic, shaking pipes and floor plates. The far airlock groaned open, tonnes of steel sliding aside. Under flickering red light stepped a colossus — two and a half metres tall, black titanium alloy hydraulic exoskeleton, 30‑millimetre rotary cannon mounted to its right arm, repulsion grenade launcher to its left. Through the curved visor, General Vance’s scarred, aged face stared back, eyes bloodshot. "Mercer…" His voice boomed through external speakers, vibrating the floor beneath us. "You arrived just in time — to be buried in the same hole as your men in Sonora."

"And who the hell are you?" Jasper Payne was clearly taken aback. The anger in his chest instantly surged up, but he forcefully suppressed it. He thought to himself that Shay Kramer was indeed right. This woman showed no mercy and was absolutely no pushover. Suppressing his displeasure, he raised his voice. "My name is Jasper Payne, a Second Order Wind Ability User. This injured man is my younger brother, Jesse Payne, a First Order Gold Element Superpower User."

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

“Oh? Who do you hate, hmm? Can you tell this old friend of yours?” Arman startles and quickly turns toward the direction of the voice, A lone figure in a dark cape walks out of the shadow behind the water tank and walks toward Arman who is trembling non-stop when he sees the face of the newcomer. This figure has a handsome face and confident smile as if all the things in the world belong to himIf Zhu Wushang were to be here he would remember this face, It’s the face of Romulus, the Last Emperor of the Roman Empire. But this time, He has black sclera and glowing red eyes, the clear sign of the one who was infected with the virus.

the captain asked the navigator. "56 seconds captain," the navigator said. "Tag at 10 seconds, surveyor ready surveillance device for prompt capture," the captain reminded the team. These were metahumans. They looked exactly as their flesh bodied brothers of humanity but all the components of their body aside from their brain are made of machine and metal. 10 9 8 4 3 2 1. "Camera and video panels are online," the video technician shouted. "Get me live on projection monitor 3," the captain ordered the video technician.

(Orthum Bronzehammer) “Anyway….so…why you all wanted to meet me?…” Orthum Bronzehammer, is once known to me as Lieutenant Orthum, or in the Special Force Squad that are under me, we called him, Crazy Hammer, it is because, he was known to be a close quarter combatant, that always brings an oversized hammer to combat with him an he absolutely pummeled his enemy to mashes. He is quite a crazy one, but when he isn’t a crazy bastard that is bloodthirsty, he is a very capable Lieutenant, with good leadership capability and work ethics. He retired from the Military because he got severely injured, broke his spine whilst fighting alone again a few Beholder monsters. So, I trained and then handed hi