Academy Weapon Replicator Novels & Stories

The moment Dante shut the door behind us, all three of them looked at me as I walked over to the window, looking out at the pack grounds. "What is it, Leo?" Alejandro asked. I frowned before I began. "I created a weapon that could kill our kind the moment it penetrates the skin, you don’t even need to hit a vital point for these bullets to work…" I felt the room tense, but I didn’t turn to look at them. "A weapon that was meant to only be used by my most trusted if we were ever under attack… However, the man I trusted like a brother, stole it and mass-produced it. Selling it to several Cartel’s and Mafia organisations. According to my data, a couple of buyers were also supernatural."

“Do you have the report?” He nodded, handing over his iPad with the data taken from the ambush. “They used advanced weaponry that we have in the testing phase along with two new creations, which malfunctioned. The Rebel’s Creed has access to advanced technology, otherwise they wouldn’t have been able to create these weapons.” Christian explained, frustrated. Bjorn has access to advanced technology; they even have weapons that we were still testing. My eyebrows drew together, “Check the warehouse, I want every document regarding the supply.” I ordered.

"No matter how strong, a weapon is still just a weapon!" Lazy Soul, in the middle of the arena, was having the most troublesome time to understand what just happened. Even though this was just a virtual world and his weapon was still safe in his mind palace. The one that shattered into pieces was actually a replica created by Odin Space. Still, the shock was too great for him.

Adrian said, stepping forward. “You don’t understand,” the clone replied, tone almost sympathetic. “I am not your enemy. I am what you were meant to become.” Adrian’s finger hovered over the trigger. “Then you’ll die proving you’re not.” He fired. The bullet struck the clone square in the chest — but instead of falling, the replica staggered, then steadied himself. Beneath his suit, glowing threads pulsed like veins of light, repairing the damage. Lena’s breath hitched. “They’ve integrated nanotech.”

“Exactly. It doesn’t feel. It obeys. With the right word, we can activate predatory instincts, accelerated healing, camouflage, inhuman strength. And… absolute control. Without sacrifices. Without injections. Without failures.” “A perfect assassin,” Sasha murmured, his eyes fixed on the bony blades of the tail. “A monster made of trauma. That only moves when the right word is spoken…” The scientist hesitated. “It… is still in beta phase. But it is functional. It can be replicated on a large scale. I even… have other models with distinct attributes: some faster, others with mimetic capacity. And…” He swallowed hard. “Some more beautiful, if that’s necessary for social infiltration.”

With a flick of his wrist, the white blade batted Jax's heavy weapon aside as if it weighed nothing, the impact sending a bone-rattling shockwave up Jax's arms that forced him to his knees. "He's too fast!" Reaper yelled, firing three explosive rounds. The Shogun raised his free hand. A localized, magenta repulsor-shield flared, catching the sniper rounds in mid-air and harmlessly dropping them to the obsidian floor. "If he's moving that fast, he has to follow a physical trajectory!" Lena's voice cracked over the comms.

I told him. He nodded. “That’s fair. You said you were here on the business of the King. How can I help?” Bennett put the case on the table, opening it. “We need to get our weapons back. These are replicas that won’t be affected by your world. We need you to get us access so that we can swap them out.” He looked thoughtful. “That shouldn’t be too hard since they were supposed to be moved to the research department tomorrow. I can just move that up to today, and you can do the swap then.”

"Now we wait for our real target." He stood back and scratched his head with the barrel of the gun. As he raised it, something was odd. Off. The movie scene from her dream played in her mind. Vinnie Jones telling the three guys that while their guns had the words 'replica' on the side, his had 'Desert Eagle 0.5.' 'It's not real,' she realised. She wasn't sure how, but she knew it. Knew it in her bones. 'That gun is a replica.'

The room buzzed with a faint, yellowish glow as a man, face obscured by shadows, stepped forward. He deftly removed a cloth covering a series of wooden boxes, revealing an array of concealed weaponry. Francisco approached the boxes, his eyes narrowing with a calculation. With a precision that hinted at a routine, the man used a grubber to unlock the wooden boxes. Francisco leaned in, his eyes scanning the weaponry with a practiced gaze. Among the arsenal, he spotted the familiar form of an AK47. Without hesitation, he reached for it, checking its mechanisms with a silent nod of approval.

He looked like an ancient god of war, his charcoal-grey aura acting as a containment field to keep the splashing liquid silver from hitting the triplets. "Elena, look at the racks!" Ace pointed toward the walls. The empty obsidian slots were no longer empty. Thin, crystalline structures were growing out of the stone—the skeletons of high-frequency pulse rifles and the chassis for the "Aura-Shield" generators. They weren't being built; they were being grown. "It’s a biological factory," I whispered, stepping closer to the pedestal. "The Forge uses the DNA of the Silver Line to imprint the tech. Every weapon made here will only work for someone whose blood has been awakened."