Asuma Weapon Novels & Stories

"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

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.

They’re great substitutes for bullet proof vests. Someone is approaching me. Another dead man. My eyes close voluntarily as I take a deep breath, ready to launch another kill when a voice slid in my ears. “Don’t shoot, it’s me!” Asami’s exasperated voice resounds in my ears. My jaw tightens. I don’t know what game she’s playing but I let her come to me. Maybe she can be of aid if she didn’t orchestrate this charade. Asami stands by my side, loading a sniper. I roll my eyes. “You know you can’t get a good target up close with that.” I say.

Can’t use a naked blade just in case someone approaches me. During my weapons training with Alina, I found I liked using the guns, but my favourite was the Katana. She told me it was her favourite too, and she also told me about her reasons for it. She was trained by master Tadashi in Tokyo when she was a girl. His son Hamada is now the boss of the Yazuka.

Flo stepped back at the appearance of the weapon. “There’s no mistake. That’s the Second Generation Politia. But why would a criminal like him have an Askar and Patrol special weapon?” “Hahaha…, are you surprised, huh? Wondering how I can get this weapon? Just so you know, I can get it from anywhere, I can even take it by force. And now…” The man swung the scythe and pointed it at Alisa and Floria. “I, Santana, will finish you off here, the water magical girl who dared to mess with us.”

Cara said. “I shoot first, burn second. Or behead if I have time.” “Do you carry a saw with you? That sounds absurd.” Ashley pulled a gadget from her tool belt. It had a handle and a wire that formed a loop and fed back into the handle. “See this? I can slip this over your head, pull the trigger and it will automatically pull tight enough to cut through your neck up to the bone. Once it cinches up to the bone, it then automatically heats up to three hundred degrees and burns the rest of the way through.”

Next, a picture of the weapon Rain was holding came out. "Here's the 7.Vey Samurai Cable." Said the Admiral and swiped in the air. "It's not like Canyon and Card you're holding Rain, the dial you're holding is for assassins. So all you have to learn is to fly in the air with the cable with the samurai." Said the Admiral and showed the picture of the cable.