Academy Weapon Replicator Novels & Stories

If everyone was going to pretend that this wasn't scary, I would do the same, no more Mrs sensible. “There are a total of 101 weapons, each one possessing an ability granted to the use upon merger. Note: only the original owner of a weapon can fully access a weapon's power so choose wisely," The system shrugged, laying emphasis on every word. “Player 1, get into the box and select a weapon." Quickly, a handsome young man dressed in a charcoal black fitted tuxedo stepped forward. He had sparkly black eyes and hair, he had a high nose bridge and full red lips.

He stood broad, imposing, and cold, his hands resting casually in his dark suit pockets, his storm-gray eyes tracking Rose’s every micro-movement through the reflection in the dark glass wall. ​"She has a flaw, Liliana," Kendrick rumbled softly, his baritone so low it was absorbed by the soft hum of the HVAC system. "She believes she is the smartest person in every room she enters. Her vanity is her blind spot." ​He pulled a sleek, razor-thin black hardware modifier from his inner jacket pocket—a military-grade short-range signal replicator engineered by Marcus. ​"I need three feet of proximity and forty-five seconds of unbroken connection," Kendrick whispered, his arm briefly brushing again

The replica’s accuracy is exact. Another henchman fires at me. I dodge left and return two shots: one to the shoulder, one grazing his thigh. Non-fatal. But enough to show me how the recoil behaves. The replicas work. We can match Lorvani engineering. Cuatro shoots a crate beside the third guard. It explodes into splinters and the man drops his gun in panic. “Don’t move,” I say, voice low but clear. “Who’s your patrol leader tonight?” The man presses himself against a pillar. “We… we don’t have one! It’s just a sweep!”

Archon suggested they pull back for the time being until they could free their friends. A few hundred feet away Warren struck the pose of the thinker and sighed, “That shriek is it's the deadliest weapon, but how do we get around that?” Archon flashed a picture of a gun and then another made from magic energy, Warren had shot two guns in his entire life, one was a pellet gun and the other a .308 hunting rifle. His shoulder ached at the memory. The fact remained that it was the best course of action, He clenched his fist, “Let's take some time to practice first.”

he informed. Silently, I neared a display of guns. They looked the same as the ones in our military camp, but I certainly caught sight of a rifle that looked exactly like the one I saw in Hextrion. I wasn’t able to stop my hand from caressing the body, partly excited and partly afraid because I knew exactly just what damage it could do to a werewolf. “You want that one?” Sir Oxland asked, lifting a curious brow. I retracted my hand quickly and shook my head. “No...uh, it’s too big for me to carry. I just remembered the weapons Mr. Windstorm was supposed to donate in Hextrion. They look exactly like this one.”

Handel asks as he furrows his brows staring right at me. "Hell no!" I say defensively. "I can't be" I add. "Well, that simply implies that I must not do anything to harm her. I can't kill my own replica." "What do we do then?" George asks curiously. "She has to be kidnapped," I say with a stern look. "Mmh, and what do you intend to achieve by doing that?" Handel asks inquisitively. "I intend to take advantage of our similarity and by implication take her place as the Alpha's Luna. I will try to redirect the Alpha's mind and turn him against his pack and by that, I won't have to take the blame for the outcome of his actions." I say elaborately.

It hit the surface with a solid thud. Everyone stared at the object with a mix of confusion and fascination. Delmar, Rowan and Matheus had no idea what to make of it. The clever contraption consisted of five separate slingshot mechanisms around the body of the weapon, all connected to the trigger. “What is that thing?” Delmar asked anxiously. “I don’t know,” Malachai answered. “Some sort of weapon. We picked this off one of the Domineers at the Iron Furnace. I think they use it as a ranged weapon.”

Ricardo cuts in. "Of course. I'll put that on on my way there." I'll be wearing a special voice transmitter, designed by technological professionals of the Familia. Not only does it make me sound exactly like Ramsey – Russian accents and all, it contains an expertly hidden weapon. A laser that shoots highly radioactive waves with the power to go through flesh and melt bones with just one shot. From the outside, it looks like a normal voice transmitter. But fashioned on the inside is a late model murder weapon. The American Police have already paid millions to have the first batch shipped to their force.

There was an electric padlock on it, and after a few seconds of her putting in the code, it unlocked. She opened it, and the lights automatically came on inside, revealing all kinds of weapons. There were so many guns. There were also grenades, missile launchers, knives, swords, and spears. And then special stick-like things that could be used to kill a vampire. The list just went on and on. Leon walked over to the blonde girl, and they talked as they tried to find out what they needed. After five minutes, they had made up their minds. They collected their weapons, and one particular one was chosen for the omega before it was brought over to her.

In front of us, a wall of monsters. "Ben!" I shouted over the din of screeching creatures. "The bag! Give me the bag!" "What? My audit reports?" Ben clutched his briefcase. "The other bag! The one with the loot!" I snatched the tactical duffel bag from his shoulder. I ripped the zipper open, dumping out gold bars, ancient jewelry, and... "There," I grabbed a heavy, megaphone-shaped device made of brass and reinforced polymer. It was the "Sterling Industrial Acoustic Pacifier." We had found it in the armory earlier. It was designed for riot control in the company's labor camps.