Avenger Weapon Novels & Stories

“You are responsible for them. They all have your runemark on them so you can know them and identify them when they die. Ragnar politely took his weapon. It was a projectile weapon called the atomic gun. It was similar to the theme weapon that Lanek sent the sea dragon, but smaller in size. One of the most powerful weapons Sergeant Hakon had was a chainsword. The belt around the gun contains a dispenser for another small but powerful weapon called a mini grenade. "Careful." said the armorer. “For fools, it is as dangerous as the enemy. Now follow the servant and report to the training ground.

he stopped when he saw her. "Crimson!" called the female speedster. "Shit! Get the plutonium outta here, now!" Just ahead of the truck, a woman was standing there, in the middle of the road. She was dressed in black and her face was covered. Crimson, the scarlet speedster, watched in horror as the woman on the road wielded some kind of large weapon that she held with both of her hands. "For Anna!" she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck.

Neon swirled the dagger around in her hand, her muscles tense, ready to react at any moment, as she swiftly turned towards the direction of the voice. "I said I'm not an enemy!" The person, who turned out to be a boy who looked her age, screamed, raising both hands in fright. Neon's eyes settled on the gun in his trembling hand. It was a famous weapon among werewolf hunters, renowned for its ability to shoot from a long range and its deadly accuracy against even the fastest of werewolves.

A thud followed the action, signifying that Sin had run head-first into the door with the force of a battering ram. "There's a dagger in the right side pedestal. Take it," Victor ordered and there was something sexy about him taking charge like that. "I don't even know how to use a dagger," I whisper-yelled but I still went in search of it—it was easy to find considering it was the only thing in the draw. "Just swing and don't miss—" "Don't hurt my brother," Saint yelled, cutting off Victor. "He'll heal," Victor snapped, "and she won't if anything happens to her."

“So, I’ll ask you one more fucking time. What the hell was that weapon?” It was the same weapon they’d used on me. With something that deadly, they could cause real damage. A weapon of that magnitude shouldn’t be in the hands of people like them. “It’s a Fortifier X; instead of bullets, it fires Baneshots.” “Who is the supplier?” “If you want that answer—and the others I’m sure you plan to beat out of me. I need to see the human first.” “Tessa?” “Yes. Tessa. Let’s say we have a lot of catching up to do.”

He brought in a table with my weapons on it. I wore my leather gloves and scanned all the weapons that were laced with wolfsbane. I picked up the silver tri-dagger knife. My favourite. It had a spiral blade that hurt like a bitch. I had to leave my Ava in the middle of the night because of that scum. It was late morning by then and I missed her and needed to get it over with quickly.

There was a green flag hoisted on the peak. She could see the other guy's avatar closely behind her as she rummaged through her weaponry. She figured that a gun would be of much help than swords. The two swords disappeared and two black guns manifested in the avatar's hands. She had been so concentrated on what gun to pick, that she nearly missed...it. Her hand shot out faster and the next moment, the vanguard was down with the gun in his hand, reeling. Mo Xin Er eyed the weapon in the avatar's hand and sighed. She had let down her guard this time.

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

‎ ‎From the roof of the mansion, figures rappelled down on black ropes. ‎ ‎Vargo’s elites. They wore full-body tactical armor and carried weapons that looked like nightmares. ‎ ‎Flamethrowers. ‎ ‎"Scatter!" I projected the command to the pack. ‎ ‎A jet of liquid fire erupted from the lead soldier’s weapon. It engulfed a Rogue warrior. He screamed, shifting back to human form as he burned alive. ‎ ‎My vision went red. ‎ ‎No mercy, I thought. ‎ ‎I charged the flamethrower unit. I dodged the stream of fire, feeling the heat singe my whiskers. I clamped my jaws around the fuel tank on his back.