Twisted Metal Novels & Stories

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

"Like I said, that'll be two-fifty, plus the unloading f*e, so we're looking at closer to three twenty-five—" I want to scream. More money that I don't have. The tow guy's talking to me and the Rental Twerp stands in the doorway glaring with his hands on his hips, and I'm on the edge of panic, trying not to lose my freaking mind, with both of them sniping at me and at each other, and there's no escaping this. I'm screwed. Christopher's going to catch me. Except I know there's one way out, and it's sitting in my pocket.

she lied. Ryan gave her a small, sad smile. "You should be." --- Far below them, deep in the mansion’s stone bowels, Mason writhed against the restraints cutting into his wrists. The room was cold and damp, the air heavy with mildew and old blood. But Mason barely noticed. His mind was racing too fast. Plotting. Scheming. Planning his revenge. He wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. His lips twisted into a snarl as he strained against the handcuffs, feeling them bite into his skin.

He made a small gesture, and just like that, the tall one opened the back door and practically shoved me in. My long, curly hair flew into my face from the motion. They finally let go of me, and I sat up, brushing my messy hair away with my fingers. I adjusted myself, trying to sit properly trying to see him. But there was a thick pane of black glass separating the back from the front seats. I couldn’t see a thing.