Asuma Weapon Novels & Stories

"This is why I also am confused, well it makes sense if we think clearly… we never really heard any news about the other hybrid which h came , It.must have blended right with the humans and lived it's life all alone for century" I relate with His words as I tilt my head a little but then did he have to be an assassin like I am. She had just made me look really weak right in front of sbux and embarrassed me but then being an assassin and a hybrid… Her skills and movement were just like mine, the difference between us was just I was right handed but she seems to be left handed judging but he says she fought.

Slowly, Segun let me go and he dropped the knife. "What're you going to do. Shoot me?" He smirked at her. She didn't reply, instead she reached down, picked up the tie Segun had dropped and threw it at me to stop the blood from dripping. I caught the tie and rolled it around my neck. A wave of dizziness it me before I was done and I staggered a little bit but gained control. "You can't shoot me, you don't even have the guts to pull the..." before he could finish, the sound of the gun was heard, loud. Along with a scream from him.

No toys or anything around. "Where is your son?" Jasmine stopped dead in her tracks. A cold air swept through her spine making goosebumps grow on her skin. She had been avoiding the idea of even talking about him. The kind of emotions that swelled up within her were not warm or welcoming at all; there were cold, dark, and void of anything positive. "I don't know." She said blankly, then continued on cleaning a weapon in her hand. There was an OKC (Ontario Knife Company) marine combat knife, a Usmc marine tactical combat knife, a black Smith and Wesson's firearm and about a dozen bullets.

Gun oil rolled out like a memory. Two M4 carbines lay on cut foam beside suppressed .45s, magazines, cleaning kits, and a folded nylon bundle of breaching charges labeled in Bruno’s handwriting: NEVER THE FRONT DOOR. Jack raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been busy.” “Insurance policy,” Bruno said. “Country clients don’t always pay their bills with cash and courtesy.” He opened a second crate: plate carriers, ear pro, flashbangs, a tangle of comms wires neatly coiled and zip-tied.

"Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves." Gasps came from several angles, bringing in more tension in the members. "Not to worry. The assassin has been injured in the shoulder and should not be able to fight for the time being. With this, I'll urge every member of the pack to report anyone with an injured shoulder", Ryu announced, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at his people. I was about to leave when he reached out to me, asking me to

Clif approached Zayden and whispered, "Sir, the weapons sent from the US headquarters have arrived." Zayden nodded in understanding and got up from his seat. Clif understood what Zayden meant, even though the man didn't say anything. Clif walked after Zayden from behind. They had waited patiently for the promised shipment of weapons from the AS' headquarters, and the time had come to pick them up. Zayden steadily made his way towards the warehouse housing the weapons. When Zayden arrived at the warehouse, he was astounded to see the mountains of promised weapons. A wide variety of the best weaponry for this war lay in front of him. The arsenal included not only rifles and pistols, but also s

The infiltrator said. "You must know that the people of Somia are gifted with iron and skilled in making weapons that are far more better than any other Kingdom s weapon. The weapon we newly created is known as the instant bomb. With that, they are ready to die in the middle of the fight but more than hundred people are likely to die with them no matter the distance." The man groaned in pain, he could feel his heart beat beating slower than it should be. The Death lord special pocket knife was known to have poison in them.

She tiptoed into the room and saw another lump with lots of hair scattered everywhere, it was her mother. The room was big and warm and had a smell of Lemon Basil Room Spray. Amaya walked to the cabinet where she knew her dad kept his guns. Her dad had two guns and insisted that her mum took one other gun around making a total of three. She opened the top drawer of the cabinet and saw a stealthy, wicked looking AGM-1 Carbine and beneath it was an Akdal Ghost TR01. She flinched as she touched the two cold guns and carefully brought them out. She kept the Akdal in one of her pockets, held the Carbine closely and tiptoed silently to the other side of the room.

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.

Behind Abbey, every lightning bolts striking Aje suddenly went to the absorber, then Aje cratered deep to the ground in smokes. “Let. The. Girl. Go.” Casaba said, while beside the absorber, kneeling to the ground with his hands trembling with flickers of lightning. Abbey glanced at Casaba, then Aje stood from where he had fallen with his weapons still in his hands, never was he letting it go from a damage like that. Casaba, noticed then he waggled both arms as his weapon came out from his cloak while glowing bronze in one eye. “You’ve been warned.” Casaba tekkokaki's blades clanked.