Armament Haki Novels & Stories

Kala murmured. THE ARMORY I passed through the main armory, where warriors tested weapons blessed by old bloodlines. Swords that hummed. Axes that flared with lightning. Guns engraved with storm runes, charged by solar crystal and moonstone alike. In one corner, the Alpha wolves trained with flame-bursting spears. In another, the human warriors were loading anti-demon rifles while two elves argued about mana reload rates. A dwarf named Braglin sat on a cannon he’d named “Sally” and threatened to marry it if it fired true in battle.

And just in time too, as the stone fountain which they were both hiding behind was suddenly blown to bits. Ren can’t help twitching his eye when he saw that. “T-They have missiles too?” He yelped in horror. “Since when do mafias obtain weapons like that?!” Yuri growled as she ducked behind the arch while hundreds of bullets peppered past them. No lack of ammunition for the enemy, and this meant bad news for them. Major bad news. “We’ll worry about that later.” Yuri muttered before glancing at her gun. The ornamental handgun Odium which is the favoured weapon of the Phantom XIII of Hati, Hekate.

Hilda asked. “I gave them new rifles,” Aron said simply. “They’re in the next room.” Then he handed her a hair clip. Its intricate design caught her off guard. Without hesitation, she accepted it. “We don’t know what will happen during the mission. And I know you won’t kill anyone, no matter the situation.” Hilda blinked at him, startled. Aron pointed out a small hidden mechanism in the clip. “Pull this part. It’s coated with a paralytic. Anyone struck with it will be immobilized. Use it for self-defense.”

Jack instantly recognized the weapons; they were specifically designed for hunting werewolves! “Whoosh—!” A ‘Silver Core’ armor-piercing round whistled through the air, its speed far exceeding that of ordinary bullets! “Boom!” The armor-piercing round accurately struck the hood of the “Pink Hellfire”! Hailey’s $50 million modified armor was torn apart like paper by the Council’s special weapons! “Engine damaged! Power reduced by 40%!” The vehicle’s AI issued a chilling alarm. “Damn it!” Jack jerked the steering wheel, trying to dodge a second attack.

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

I say, "but, we're taking measures. You're all armed, correct?" Everybody nods and pulls out an array of knives, guns, and other assorted weapons. Mia with her Glock. And she has an Uzi in her backpack. I have my Ruger. Jack pulls out two serrated knives and his Colt, while Ves pulls out two bodyguards from her jacket pocket. Pike has his H&R. He also has other bigger and badder weapons in the back, but we want to be discreet when we go to where ever it is. "We're going."

Christ . Although she’d braced herself for the sight, the amount of weaponry collected still unsettled her. AR-15s, AK-47s, shotguns, and a variety of rifles and handguns were neatly arranged on the walls as if they were mere tools on a pegboard in someone’s garage. Several magazines or boxes of corresponding ammo sat under each weapon, prepped and ready to use. No wonder Dad was huffing when he hauled all this in. Every bag he was carrying must’ve been ready to burst.

Backs turned to her. Perfect distraction. The boss moved like a shadow, me at his heel. We carried custom suppressed HK USP Tacticals, the matte black finish absorbing the dim light. These weren't standard issue; they were precision tools worth more than most men made in a year. We blew the door. The fake hinges gave with a crack that rattled the walls. It was over before they could blink.

I could feel his wolf pacing just beneath his skin, demanding blood, demanding to shift, demanding to hunt. The armory was in the basement, behind a vault door that required both his palm print and a retinal scan. The lights came on automatically as we entered, revealing rows of weapons that gleamed under the harsh fluorescents. Silver-edged blades. Custom rifles loaded with wolfsbane-tipped rounds. Body armor that looked like it could stop a charging Alpha. Communication earpieces so small they were almost invisible.

It was freezing! He began searching the camp. Soon, his eyes lit up. The armory. Now, this was an armory. Compared to yesterday's police station stash, this was in a completely different league. Handguns, rifles, light and heavy machine guns, grenades—even RPGs! Jackpot. Absolute jackpot. Who would dare challenge him in firepower now? Without hesitation, Ray started collecting the weapons. As for transferring bullets and rockets into his otherworldly storage space, that could wait. He'd find a warmer spot for that next step.