Avenger Weapon Novels & Stories

But I was still the Iron Warden. I deflected a hail of bullets with the flat of my blade. Ping. Ping. Ping. The impacts sent tremors up my arm, settling deep in my shoulder joint. "Push them back!" I ordered. My voice raw from the chemical burn. Viggo charged. Swinging a metal locker door he had ripped from the wall as a shield. Clang. Wolfy was behind him. Firing his kinetic pistol with surgical precision. Dropping rebels with shots to the gaps in their armor.

‎ ‎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.

But just then, Robin called in a panic. "Dr. Walker! We have a problem! Kayden's gone, and his room is covered in blood! And just now, our overseas licensors revoked the hospital's rights to use all of our core technologies!"

I knew what they wailing from. Raven was using her Wakisahi and she used it and the most cruelest. ways possible. There were severed hands, arms, and feet around her. She had a Desert Eagle in her left hand and her Wakizashi in her right. I smiled. It was a good day to dance.

Hunter said sinisterly like a deranged man, and the next moment he cut off Armando's manhood as the flesh lay limply on the floor and he screamed in horror grabbing her crotch in disbelief as the blood spurts out. Hunter tossed the dagger away. Wiping his bloody hand on the fur of a dead wolf, he walked over to Silvia who was staring solely at him. At that moment Hunter was her knight in bloody armor. She couldn't explain in words how she felt at that moment seeing him taking revenge for her. But she paused when he grabbed the gun from her holster and placed it in her hand. She stared at the gun and then at him in disbelief. Silvia shook her head but the look in his eyes said there was no ot

Swords, Knives, Bows, Arrows, Spears. "Thank you, Rynyxon said, looking at me. "Angel blessed weapons fused with Angel blood,' he said, looking up towards Ava. She was trying to keep up the wall as Atlas walked through it, burning anything that tried to come through. What he was, was a mystery, but now was not the time. Ava suddenly gave out and I used my power to slow her fall. Atlas saw her falling and caught her in his arms before running back towards us. Their protective wall was burning out.

Madam Amelia asked. “My plan was to render her powers useless.” I diplomatically said. Though, as I did, I felt the copper dagger I had bought with me. The one I was going to stab into her heart. The real answer, yes, I was going to kill her daughter. Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me.

My heart thundered in my chest, as I saw the glint of metal, and I realised what it was… Time seemed to slow down, my heart thundering in my ears as my eyes homed in on the man who was holding one of the deadly assault rifles we had designed only to use on the Wendigos years ago… Weapons that were now meant to be locked away… A weapon that was pointed towards us, with Damon being in its first line of range, eating his cake unsuspecting. My instincts kicked in and I pushed Raven to the ground. "GET DOWN!" I shouted, as I rushed towards Damon in a flash, spinning him around, shielding him with my own body as I heard the shots go off. Screams erupted in the air, pain ripping through me, knockin

She had found her weapon. She spent the next hour preparing, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she programmed the drones. She had six of them, each one equipped with a small explosive charge. She would use them to trigger an avalanche, to bury the militia's encampment in a wall of snow and ice. It was a risky plan, a gamble that could backfire spectacularly. If the avalanche missed the encampment, or if it triggered prematurely, she would have wasted her only advantage. But it was the only chance she had.

"Sometimes love means accepting that the people you want to protect are stronger than you give them credit for. We can handle this. We can make this choice. You just have to let us." Before I could respond, alarms blared throughout the compound. The sound was deafening. Urgent. Everyone moved immediately, trained responses overriding shock and fear. Warriors grabbed weapons. Civilians moved toward shelter. The organized chaos of people preparing for attack. Through the windows, I saw them. Helicopters. Dozens of them. Military grade, armed with weapons I recognized from my time with Project Apex. Weapons designed specifically to kill enhanced beings. Silver-tipped missiles. Electromagnetic p