Metroman Novels & Stories

Forsaking the ability to be a man would be far easier. Ashrac's newest toy is a drone used by the earth realm's U.S. military, or so he tells me. It doesn't work, but Ashrac broke it down and rebuilt it so he knows everything it can do. Acasia explained over tea that Dmitri, an earth realm vampire and friend, is creating documentation so Ashrac can attend one of earth's scientific colleges in about twenty-five years. It will be good for him.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

Random guy… “The person that now has to go home and take a cold shower!” Capris face turned red from embarrassment, it appears to be the guy she was backed up against grinding on his man parts.

"Maybe more in the deep shafts. We are the 'Errors.' The ones who woke up when the power flickered. The ones who refused to go back into the dream." A man approached us. He was tall and carried a heavy wrench like a mace. His face was scarred with chemical burns. "Heda," the man said, his voice a low growl. "Are these the ones? The ones who tripped the moon-pulse?" "They are," Heda said. "This is Kaima and Rowan." The man looked at me, his eyes narrowing. "You don't look like much. The stories say the 'Origin' could write fire into the sky. All I see is a girl who’s about to catch a cold."

The midnight sky over the metropolis was completely shattered by the deafening roar of a dozen heavily armored, unmarked black SUVs. Lucian Sterling sat in the lead vehicle, his massive, heavily muscled frame completely rigid. His ruined, blood stained white shirt clung to his broad chest, a terrifying, visual reminder of the dying Queen he had left behind in the intensive care unit. His pitch black eyes were entirely dilated, consumed by a feral, apocalyptic hellfire. He was no longer a corporate CEO. He was a deeply desperate, heartbroken husband going to war.

The lunar surface was cracking open, revealing a ship ten times the size of the Sovereign-Prime. "Meet the Omega-Thorne," the double said, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "And since you've used up your mother's light... who's going to save you from Me?" Leo looked at the man—the "London Leo" who hadn't stayed, and hadn't left, but had Corrupted. The "Perfected Variant."

Ruan commanded, his voice a low, vibrating growl that echoed off the weeping stone walls. The mercenary reached up, his fingers lingering on the edge of the ballistic wolf mask before he pulled it free. The man beneath wasn't the monster I expected. He was younger than Ruan, with a face mapped by jagged white scars and eyes the color of a winter sky—eyes that looked like they had seen the end of the world and decided it wasn't worth the hype.

“Now you are going to feel excruciating pain just like my son did.” The bossy dude whispered into my ear. “please don't kill me..let me go..let me go..” I pleaded and tugged the manacles, my eyes wet with tears. “how old are you kid?” He asked with a mirthless grin upon his face. I tried to reply but I couldn't will my mouth to speak. “I said how old are you? You nitwit.” He bellowed stentoriously “S... I XT..E...E...N"

After being humiliated and disowned by her own pack and family the 18-year-old Noella Cindy James, goes Rouge. After tumbling in the depths of the unwanted city, she begins to challenge life. Day after day, anger, hate, malice, eating her up, she becomes bloodthirsty for revenge.

Amidst the crowd was an old man in his sixties. Yet, his physique was still overbearing and sturdy. With strong eyebrows, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon’s. All in all, this old man gave off the impression of prestige and dignity. At first glance, this man somewhat resembled the character of Magneto from Marvel comics. In terms of his appearance, he shared a high similarity to the character. This man was none other than Andusk Dragoon, the Grand Elder of Six Doors.