Academy Weapon Replicator Novels & Stories

"We ride." Mafia Cyprian crushed his cigar out in an ashtray. He reached into his jacket and pulled out two snub-nosed revolvers. "Let's go whack an Emperor." Cyberpunk Cyprian’s red eye flared. His arm transformed into a riot-suppression cannon. "Combat protocols engaged. Target: Anything that isn't my wife." Cyra stood up. She reached behind her back and pulled out her katana from where it had been resting against the chair. The steel sang as she drew it.

of spears that hummed when touched. Shields that were transparent but hard as diamond. And crates of spherical objects that looked like grenades. "Grav-charges," Wulfric explained, picking one up. It was heavy, engraved with runes. "You twist the top, throw it, and it creates a localized gravity well. Like a black hole the size of a basketball." "Nasty," Kai said appreciatively, pocketing three of them. "What else?" "Kinetic repulsors," Wulfric pointed to a stack of discs. "Place them on the walls. Anything moving faster than a walk gets blasted back with force equal to the impact." "Perfect for the tunnel," I said. "If they rappel down, the repulsors will slam them into the walls." We spen

Emris warned, shooting him a deadpan glare. "There's been a little bit of a hiccup." He continued, ignoring Emris' statement. Emris furrowed his brows. "What is it?" ••• "You broke....the Treadmill." Emris stared at the broken machine with his arms crossed, then looked at a guilt ridden Ryuu. "How on earth did that happen?" "I ran a little faster than I should've..." "No, that's impossible. Every equipment here is built to withstand the worst of a Lycan's strength. This machine can take whatever speed you give it. What did you do, bash it in?"

expression. Regal ran his fingers into his pockets, took out an elbow length rod and clicked a button on the side. A sharp blade shot out from the top. He extended it into a spear length and took his stance, ready for battle. This weapon was the one he picked at the tournament held for the members of various mercenary groups. Tess had praised him for making a good choice unlike Li and Neo who both bought glitter bombs.

They saw hacking devices, highly optimized rifles, pistols, combat armor, and many more goodies. “Oh my God man, I think this is heaven,” Kalen blurted out excitedly, as he bumped his dumbstruck friend on the head.

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

Medyo na-gamay ko na ang sword ko, madali lang kasi itong kontrolin. I also added a feature sa weapons ko, for the sword, I requested for it to be a necklace, tapos maa-activate siya if tatanggalin sa leeg ip-press then is-swing. For the bow naman, it's a bracelet, same activation, and lastly, the quiver with bows, ay isang hikaw.

My brother's face was a mask of bruises and desperation, ropes cutting deep into his wrists, blood trickling down his arms. "And you," Damian said, echoing Jade's earlier sneer with chilling precision. He reached into his coat and withdrew a sleek tech gun similar to the neural disruptors the rogues wielded, but upgraded, deadlier. Its barrel glowed with an ominous blue energy coil, humming with contained power. This wasn't just a paralyzer; calibrated high enough, it could fry my enhanced healing, leaving me writhing in agony without killing outright. But for a regular wolf… One direct hit would overload their system, shutting down their heart in seconds… instant, merciless death.

"It’s a Vessel." Leo stepped forward, his indigo runes pulsing with a surgical, blue light. He was holding a handheld scanner he’d salvaged from the Senate ruins. "Mother, it’s a Synthetically Replicated Shifter. They’ve taken the data from the 'Silver Sanatorium' and the 'Grid-City' and they’ve 3D-printed a predator. It has our strength, our speed, but it has Zero Emotional Noise. It’s the 29th Protocol: The Perfected Heir." The silver-white beast stopped at the base of the Citadel. It looked up at me, and its eyes weren't eyes—they were Lenses of Pure Calculus.

I asked. “Damien…” she hesitated. “He told me something.” I sat up straighter. “About?” “The weapon. The one the Darkfire alchemists created. He’s been trying to replicate it—so we know how to stop it.” I exhaled deeply and leaned back again. “Yeah. I know.” Her eyes widened. “You do?” I nodded slowly. “He told me two nights ago. I didn’t want to worry you. But he said he’s close… just missing a component.”