Academy Weapon Replicator Novels & Stories

So safe and so friendly. Dr. Kole? Sky blinks his eyes twice, thrice, again and again, but he is seeing the same person. Dr. Kole is the exact replica of Kai. What is this again? Is heaven so angry with him that they twist his fate and made the person he first asks for help looks the same as his husband? Is his suffering not enough? Are five years not enough for gods to pity him? to at least let him have just a little glimmer of hope?

==Sentient Weapon== [Atlas] ==Soul Armas== (Weapon): [Flame Trident], [Grieving Ebony Hunting Bow], [Cursed Arrow], [Weeping Edge] (Armor): [Titania's Corslet], [Slither-Hide] (Mount) : [Cursed Stallion] (Extension) : [Titania's Memoir of Treachery], [Aves Wings] ==Soul Radix== [Grade-1 - Radix] - Clone Drift- An ability to make 2 clones and swap positions with them an unlimited number of times. After each clone's death, the user needs to wait for 2 days before he can create them again. Each clone would have a total lifetime of three days per clone. Each clone can mimic the user's skill and abilities with 60% efficiency.

“This is De Rege’s smaller R and D facility. We make our weapons; we make our tech. Pentorium is completely self-sufficient. We even have greenhouses, but Vescovi did not want us to be completely set aside from our human counterparts. The goal is to integrate, after all. Everything you need—weapons, gears, defense—you will get them here. If you do not see something you want, have a word with Philippe. He will either make it or make something better.” Anabella gave them a tour of the facility, showing them the weapons they had at their disposal. It was like walking into a candy store for Helick, Daniel, and Ichiro. “All our weapons are modified for use against werewolves and vampires. Some le

With just a few words, Caleb had sealed Isaac's fate. "No!" Isaac shouted. He suddenly yanked the dagger from his chest. It was an exquisitely crafted prop knife, with a latch on the side. When the latch was pressed, the blade would retract, turning it into a stage dagger. "Frauds! You're all frauds! I'm the real heir! I'm the child of the prophecy!" He raved like a lunatic and swung the fake dagger wildly, lunging straight at me. Bernard, who'd been standing to the side and watching the show the whole time, had been itching for action. With one clean, practiced move, he twisted Isaac's arms behind his back and slammed him face down onto the floor, one knee pressing firmly between his should

Madam Amelia asked. “My plan was to render her powers useless.” I diplomatically said. Though, as I did, I felt the copper dagger I had bought with me. The one I was going to stab into her heart. The real answer, yes, I was going to kill her daughter. Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me.