Avenger Weapon Novels & Stories

Nevan’s voice was a low, jagged rasp. He was standing at the bunker’s heavy blast door. He wasn't wearing his tactical suit anymore; he was wearing the remains of the Syndicate’s experimental armor we had scavenged from the Kremlin’s vaults. It was designed to repel kinetic energy, but against what was coming, it felt like wearing paper. He held a pulse-claymore in his hands, the blade vibrating with a frequency that made the air around him blur.

she stammers. "Knife and Dagger, All types of guns, Rifles, I've used a sword once, ooooh a crossbow, basically anything though. I don't discriminate." "O...O...Okay, that's all I need to know. Welcome to RBMS, Miss Collins." "Oh please, call me Ava, oh and might I recommend a job change; You're not cut out for this," I state before I'm dragged by the hancuffs on my wrists and taken out of the room by the guards.

James asked as he looked at the wrapped package. “Open it and find out.” He smiled as James started ripping the paper off and unfolded the leather vest. “What does it say?” “That’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, same as my jacket. But below it, it says, ‘Blood of Wrath’. That means every biker that sees it will know you’re my son,” he said. James looked up at him, his eyes glistening. “Really?” “Whenever we go to events like today, you can wear it and people will know exactly who you are.” He could feel that tug of emotions in his chest and when he looked up, Jenna was smiling brightly, he could feel that in his soul too.

"But I can make a weapon out of the waste." The Swarm of the Sky The victory was short-lived. A shadow fell over them, accompanied by a high-pitched, metallic thrumming that set their teeth on edge. From the violet sky, the Vulture-Guardians dived. These were the ultimate deterrents—aerial hunters with wingspans of twelve feet, their "feathers" made of razor-wire that vibrated at a frequency designed to shatter glass. They didn't use talons; they dived like kamikaze pilots, their pointed, tungsten-tipped beaks capable of piercing a steel plate.

Honed her vision. The weapons had been set aside. She noticed that when she entered the cave. She caught the gleam of a giant battle axe, scrolled with ancient runes down the handle and twisted designs on the blade. She lunged for it, her adrenaline and need to fight overpowering the drugs that slowed her. The axe was heavy. It took all her strength to heft it, and when she turned, she stumbled. She flew blindly forward, yelling out as she did. “Alexander Phaethon!” He turned at the last second and dodged, the raised blade that he’d intended to sink into his alpha glistening above his head, ready for her instead.

I could feel his wolf pacing just beneath his skin, demanding blood, demanding to shift, demanding to hunt. The armory was in the basement, behind a vault door that required both his palm print and a retinal scan. The lights came on automatically as we entered, revealing rows of weapons that gleamed under the harsh fluorescents. Silver-edged blades. Custom rifles loaded with wolfsbane-tipped rounds. Body armor that looked like it could stop a charging Alpha. Communication earpieces so small they were almost invisible.

Riven shifted midair, his massive ash-silver wolf tearing through Draven’s front line as if they were made of paper. I stood in the center of the chaos. Two Enforcers ran toward me, their silver swords raised. I didn't have a weapon. I didn't need one. Protect them, I thought, my hand pressing against my belly. The silver-violet light flared. It wasn't just a shield anymore. It was a weapon. A shockwave of energy blasted outward, sending the two men flying thirty feet into the air. They hit the trees with a sickening thud and didn't get up.

He stared at me, eyes filled with fear. "Seriously, these weapons—are they like MANA? Do they have users too?" “Yes, they do. But unlike MANA users, they can’t be killed or wounded because they don’t last long,” he said, his voice shaky. "They don’t last long?" I asked, my confusion growing. “Yes, the weapon’s still in development. They can only stay active for three hours, and then the user melts to death,” he explained.

"Erikson made a mistake sending killers into my home. My sanctuary." "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to remind him why people fear me." Vincent moved to a hidden panel in his wall, revealing an arsenal that made Raven's professional heart sing. "And you're going to help me do it." He handed her a rifle she recognized. Military grade, perfect balance, it was the type of weapon that could put a bullet through a dime at a thousand yards. "Consider this your graduation exam," he said. "Time to show me what my perfect little assassin can do when she's properly motivated."

It was infused by silversmiths with Fae magic, offering both physical and magical protection. When Avril stood still, her pose made her look like a goddess of war. Her weapon looked similar to a Japanese Naginata. Avril called it a doryphoros with a moonstone blade at one end and a long pole with a moonstone dagger hilt. It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it.