Academy Weapon Replicator Novels & Stories

Chris grunted. Ignoring Chris's whining, "I know where our stolen shipments are." "What, how?" He put a long silver case on the table. Inside the case were various weapons intricately designed. "I take pride in introducing something revolutionary for the Crimson Clan, Gen-CW01. Genetically coded weapons developed by yours truly. These are prototypes but efficient nevertheless." We were in awe. "When did you have time to do this?" "Come on, it's me you're talking to. Nothing can get in my way when I set my mind on something."

I turned back and winked at Faceless when I got to the door but he just gave me a straight face. … I was taken to their arsenal and I was marveled. There were different types of weapons arranged neatly on the shelves and some were hung on the walls. There are different roles, with each role having the same type of weapon. I whistled loudly when I spot the TAC-II 338 sniper rifle, just the perfect weapon I need. I wanted to touch it, but the guards told me I should go change my clothes first. They gave me the armoured SWAT like uniform they have on, mine has an holster attached directly to the back and it’s long enough to hold a shotgun. Another holster was attached to the chest for a pistol.

Her black dress is torn, blood streams down her arm, but her eyes are filled with triumph. “You still don’t understand,” she says, panting. “Callum is not just a child. He is the weapon they have been waiting for. A living Bridge that can kill werewolves and control humans. With him, the Architects can reset the entire supernatural world. And I am going to deliver him.” She pulls out another device—smaller, deadlier-looking—and presses it. The floor beneath us vibrates. Hidden panels open in the walls. More agents dressed in black pour out, surrounding me.

He always told the story behind the various pieces enthusiastically, making her excited about them. "No, I want to hear about what you were trying to sell." Minnow exclaimed with her mouth full of sweet batter. "Ok, I recently imported the Personnel Halting and Stimulation Response Rifle. PHASR, for short. It's a non-lethal weapon designed to disorient and stun enemies rather than kill them." Waylen's eyes widened with excitement as he explained his latest finds. "So, it's a light-based gun that temporarily blinds enemies with focused laser beams. The laser lights, which operate at alternating wavelengths, will disorient people who look at them, rendering them unable to stand, let alone figh

I pleaded, my legs became wobbly, I prayed they wouldn’t give out. “Then why isn’t Jamie Summers on the list?” He growled. “What list?” I asked. The two guns went off, and I screamed, “No! Please don’t!” Callie started crying, the blood from the officers dripped out from a hole in their right side. They tried to scream but it looked like their mouths were sealed shut. “The list! The list holds the names of those that the reapers are sent out to collect. You must be on that list, but under which name, girl?”

the subordinate called out, walking off to inform everyone else at once. Just then, Ryder opened up his briefcase. He took out its contents and began to assemble a black sniper rifle with a red bullet clip. The rifle was a sight to behold. It was longer than a Barrett and taller than a human being, making it an absolutely fearsome thing to look at. It also seemed heavier than what an average person would be able to carry. "I don't think this is included in our service weapons, right?" Elsa had never quite seen anything like it. Ryder took out another black dagger and attached it to his waist before he lifted the rifle with one arm. "It's a super cannon with spiral bullets, able to take down

said Hazel. Squad 105 have no words when realizing the hidden power of their weapons. “Unlike other weapon, GRD-class and GLT-class are the only weapon that can transform Plasma Blade and Rail Gun at once.” Said Stevan. “This bow was made from two Plasma Blade … is it called a bow?” said Dallas. “Off course a bow, you still shooting arrows from it. But if you add Rail Gun while releasing your Encoded Weapon, it will change to crossbow.” Said Lucas.

the reaper hinted while tapping its forehead. “Makes a good point though,” Eric said “What are we suppose to call this thing?,” “Daddy dearest over here never did “designed” are name for me,” The reaper harnessed the spirit of a gorilla to expand its muscular frame, conjured a rotating machine gun with six barrels made of iconic light around its right arms, coding its left arm with ruby quarts as the hand glow purple. Around its feet was while telekinetic energy with a green and pink dragon construct rotating around the android body.

and everything to do with the void. We were in the "Chamber of Divergence," the final processing unit of the island's engine. The figure before us was a Replicator—a biological construct grown from the "raw" data the engine had been stripping from us during our descent. It wore my face, but the eyes were a flat, mechanical silver, devoid of the violet fire that my trauma and obsession had stoked. Dante stood beside me, his own armor flaring with a violent indigo light that made the mercury pool ripple in concentric circles. His Replicator stepped out from behind mine—a version of the Architect that was pure logic, pure metal, and zero heart.

“I like seeing which rats try to chew through the wires.” Shiloh clenched her jaw. “She’s alive. Why would Lucian hide that?” “Because,” Ryder said, tapping ash to the floor, “hope makes soldiers sloppy. Makes ‘em dream instead of bleed. Lucian doesn’t want dreamers. He wants killers.” Shiloh stared back at the footage, Sophie’s faint glow flickering on the screen. Her stomach twisted. “And what about these?” she demanded, flipping open a folder marked Death Machines. Diagrams filled the screen: massive silver-plated cannons, armored suits with claws like steel, crossbows wired with crude tech. “All these weapons. Are they really as lethal as he proclaimed?”