Metroman Novels & Stories

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Dack called down to Tim from the gunner’s turret as they rode. “Tons, can’t you tell?” Tim answered before returning his attention to his supplies. Dack grinned and resumed scanning their surroundings carefully as the platoon made its rounds. As the group’s medic, Tim usually had the back of the MaxxPro MRAP ambulance to himself while the patrol convoy was in motion. He only occasionally had to step out while route clearance was underway in case someone got injured as they swept for landmines and IEDs. Everything he’d imagined about this place was spot on, including the ever-present sense of foreboding that had seized up his gut on their first patrol and had never let go.

They received an unexpected surprise when Jason showed up to the press exactly thirty days later. A slightly disheveled but attractive young man then proceeded to introduce his month-long effort. He domineeringly named it after the first Ancient Roman emperor, for it was indeed capable of outperforming most mechs of the current generation. Just its majestic posture and stately head design showed that Jason spent quite a lot of time matching the mech's aesthetics to its superb offensive power.

We snapped our heads to him, but my brother had already disappeared. “Fuck!!” Cassius grunted in frustration. “That Mac contains very important information. If Devitos get their hands on it, it’ll surely destroy us.” “Mr. Cassius Spraggins.” A deep and dangerous voice said. We turned to the man in the suit; he was already watching us. He had a gray beard and gray hair. His skin was tanned and tight, but he looked to be in his fifties. He was old, but it didn’t make him look weaker. He looked dangerous.

He fished me out of the river of my thoughts and placed me on solid ground, "I know you don't like the idea of me killing anyone. But you know I'll never hurt you or anyone you love. Unfortunately, I can't promise to never hurt anyone. Being who I am, being what I am, it's not possible." "And what are you?" That voice cut through the little bubble that surrounded Victor and me, reminding me that the rest of the world still existed. Jason's sneer was deadly. Neither Victor nor I had realized he had crossed the distance and was now standing mere feet from us. The muscle in Victor's jaw twitched and the distinct sound of him grating his molars reached my ears but he remained silent. "You're som

She was glad though. Luca had these steel gray eyes, almost metallic and lethal, massively built, the tallest among all, with a caveman personality. He gave out those barbarian vibes. His hair was in a manly bun. His jaw was set, she had seen him twice or thrice, and every time his jaw was clenched, as if he was mad all the time. He noticed her staring, and she abruptly looked away, he was terrifying. His eyes screamed violence. As if looking at him a little longer, and he would pummel your face to nonsense.

The other four interviews were generic. We spoke with Justin from Bloodmoon, who could create and manipulate illusions, which I admit was pretty cool to see in action. He can make a fake me to confuse and distract enemies allowing me to get out of a dangerous situation unnoticed. After him, we sat down with Sebastian, also from Bloodmoon. He can manipulate kinetic energy, so he can take his enemy’s energy and redistribute it to himself, to someone else, and of course, push it back.

Jameson walks over and puts his hand on her shoulder, nodding to the shadows, making them all dissapear back into the ground. She looks up at him as he sighs. "You know what? At this point, I dont think it matters anymore, seeing as how this is a bad loop anyways." Mr. Jameson says as he looks down at her, keeping his left hand on her shoulder. "I am Maximus Jameson. I am also known and 'The Revenant'. I Build the company ground up from nothing but my own money. I invented the A.I. Robots as well as being the owner of 8 schools, 100 factories, 7 football teams, 1,000 resource-rich planets, and 1 robotic company, Revenant Robotics Inc. I posses a power called the rift, which I inherited from

Lifting the cup, prepared to the end but a question left the goblet halting before his lips. "Do you regret it?" Detroit's question made him whisk his gaze towards him. Meeting the questioning eyes of the person in front of him. Detroit was looking at him with empathic eyes, gone were the eyes of the guards that are doing what was ordered to him. But a person genuinely asks about the feelings of the person who might have a lot of regrets before he dies. "Do I regret betraying her?" Detroit shook his head, placing the wine on a table nearby. He stood on guard as he look at Colum's hazel eyes. "No, do you regret meeting her?" Colum could feel his breath hitches at that moment. A surge of memor