Armament Haki Novels & Stories

After locking Aurora in the room, I headed straight to the armory. The heavy steel door groaned as I pushed it open, revealing racks of weapons that had served my pack for generations. Modern firearms lined one wall—assault rifles, pistols, sniper rifles with silver-tipped ammunition. Explosive devices filled reinforced cabinets: grenades, flashbangs, breaching charges. Ancient swords and axes hung beside tactical gear, bridging centuries of warfare evolution. Gareth was already there, checking ammunition supplies with methodical precision.

I swipe the hair from my eyes and get to work on the bags. Once I've checked them, I head to find Alden. He's in the armory with Cabel and Nokita discussing the firepower they're taking and what's staying behind. Guns are something else we've been working on or more accurately, providing enough ammo. We've now stockpiled thousands of rounds so we have guns with actual bullets. Swords are still better for hellhounds, but we need the guns for our human enemies.

I asked Jake who nodded with a curios expression that turned to bewilderment when I shifted in my seat and climbed over the back of the chairs into the large area at the back. I grabbed the box filled with guns and ammo that we had found and passed it over the seat then the bag of knives and the three bags full of ammo and supplies we carried with us. “What are you doing?” Jake asked as I climbed back into my seat, shifting in the small space that was left now that the gear was all there. “Arming up just in case.” I stated popping the lid off the box of guns and pulling them out, loading each one before placing it back in the box and loading the empty extra clips that were in there too.

Blanco took the weapon from him and handed it over to me, laughing wildly. "That is the HK 416 assault rifle, amigo. This bad boy can fire up to 900 rounds per minute, with a range of 600 meters. This is what the SEAL team six used to kill Osama bin Laden, my friend. If there is one thing that the gringos know how to do well, it is to hand over tools to the world that would hasten our destruction. I give you this weapon as a gift and with it, we will revenge your man's death."

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."