Avenger Weapon Novels & Stories

"First, I am issuing direct orders for the immediate release and distribution of our hidden cache. I want the massive shipment of pure silver weaponry we have been quietly manufacturing in the northern foundries unpacked and armed tonight." A low murmur of vicious excitement rippled through the men. Normal werewolves feared silver, but Kaelen Blackwood was a terrifying anomaly. His pure-blooded, Supreme Alpha genetics made him nearly immortal on a standard battlefield. "Those specific weapons are explicitly designed with a high-density silver alloy," I explained, looking around the room, making eye contact with every killer present. "They are crafted specifically to slow Kaelen's legendary h

“When we left Alex after mother died, did we not promise that we will find our father and end him? Did we not promise that we will ruin his kingdom to the ground? Did we not say that we will avenge our mother? Tell me now. What have we accomplished every since? You have been the bane of my existence and you have to leave.” He drew out a spear from the thin air, set it on fire and aimed it at me. I quickly doged it. I conjured a round shield and aimed it at him too. He blocked it with his arm that had already become steel. The shield bounced from his arm right back to me. “Bane of existence! You want to talk about bane of existence?” I was hot with anger this time.

"They're not ordinary. They're... extraordinary." Rudra's eyes flickered with a hint of a smile. "Yes, they are. They're designed with advanced technology and infused with an ancient energy I discovered on one of my journeys. These weapons are not just for offense; they serve as a shield, a protection that will activate when they are in danger." "But why give them such powerful tools?" Veer pressed, leaning forward. "What aren't you telling me?"

’ I say to her, pushing for control. She lets me take it and I shift back. The vampires around me collapse but turn, ready to latch onto me again. I stand quickly, drawing on my Guardian strength as I remember two very important things. My mother said she vaporized vampires with her power during the vampire war, and she is able to direct her power, so it only impacts those she wants. She can protect the ones she doesn’t want to hurt. It's a power that I inherited.

From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a small knife laying on a table nearby. The blood oozing from its blade indicating it had just cut into somebody’s skin. My head immediately whipped to Ava, who averted her eyes from me as soon as the realization struck me to the core. I darted towards her, my jaw clenching tightly as I stared down at the single word engraved on her back. “Whore,” Amy whispered, and there’s only one person I know is vile enough to do something like this. “That sick, twisted bitch,” Amy cursed, her own wrath flashing in her brown eyes as she moved like she was about to shift into her wolf.

While all armed, they carried a variety of weapons, the ammo all silver tipped. Ava walked from the house, her bright red cloak trailing behind her. She was wearing a rather ornate outfit, complete with tooled leather armor. Her white-blond hair was pulled severely back into a braid that fell over one slender shoulder. While the others carried crossbows and pistols, she instead was armed with blades. She wore leather gauntlets on her forearms, a razor-sharp blade in each. Around her neck hung her most prized position, a six-inch gilded dagger that she used on her first kill. The Red Hoods moved aside as she walked to the front of the procession.

a gravelly voice demanded. “Luna’s blessing.” Inside, the warehouse was filled with racks of modified firearms and enchanted blades. The air smelled of gun oil and something metallic and magical. The proprietor, a grizzled vampire named Viktor, leaned against the counter. “Calder Thorne. Haven’t seen you in a while. I heard you've been busy,” he said, grinning to reveal fangs. “I need gear. Silver-resistant body armor and weapons.” Viktor disappeared into the back and returned with a tactical vest made of dark, woven material. “Kevlar threaded with obsidian and moonstone. It won't stop a direct silver bullet, but it’ll slow it down enough for your healing to keep up.”

Her legs began to turn heavy, the skin shimmering with a blue, translucent sheen. "It will be over soon," the Avatar said, stepping closer. Her finger reached out to touch Audrey’s forehead. "Just a moment of cold, and then... the Forever." HISSSSSS. A jet of superheated, oily steam blasted into the room, obscuring the Avatar in a cloud of grey. "Not today, you overgrown weed!" Commander Vane burst through the door, her brass arm glowing cherry-red from the internal pressure of her boiler. She wasn't alone. Six of her engineers followed, wearing heavy iron respirators and carrying pneumatic saws that roared with the sound of a thousand angry hornets.

my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional storm that raged within. *** Alone in the confined space of my car, the weight of betrayal settled upon my shoulders. Tears, held back for what felt like an eternity, finally broke free, demanding acknowledgment. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, knuckles strained against the grip, unable to contain the flood of emotions overwhelming me.

My chest felt like it was being crushed by a silver vise. "Mommy?" Averi looked up, his large, golden eyes wide with shock. "Did I do something bad? Was that the big wolf from the arena?" "No, sweetheart," I lied, my voice shaking as I knelt and grabbed his shoulders, desperately trying to keep my expression from fracturing. "You didn't do anything wrong. But that device is for work. It’s for the mafia contracts. It’s dangerous for a pup to touch."