Avenger Weapon Novels & Stories

The rogue grits out. Killian then slashes the knife down on the rogue’s shoulder, cutting through the skin and muscle. The rogue can’t hold back the scream of pain, and it shakes the dungeon causing dust to fall from the ceiling. “Why are you coming onto MY pack territory?” My father asks, having just picked up the syringe of wolfsbane. The knife wound may hurt, but wolfsbane is something that will feel like a thousand suns burning through your skin, roasting your skin from the inside out. The rogue casts a weary glance at the syringe my father is holding in his hand.

said Captain Arnold while taking an M16 weapon. "I will show you how to use this M16 weapon. Starting from how to load bullets to how to use them," said Captain Arnold while holding an M16 weapon in both hands. The M16 weapon looks very large and powerful. This is commonly used in war with terrorists before the 'S' virus spreads. Captain Arnold skillfully showed the Jaguar team how to assemble the heavyweight weapon. After finishing assembling, Captain Arnold's assistant had prepared a shooting target in the form of a terrible creature that had been infected with the S virus.

"Commander Samuel has rerouted the secondary munitions transport from the eastern armory. We have three crates of localized biometric dampeners and standard physical kinetic charges. It is enough to breach the outer plating of the containment van, but we will have exactly forty seconds to clear the locks before Vard's rear sweep unit stabilizes their defensive arc." Avery sat on the edge of the low iron hearth, field-stripping a suppressed sidearm with practiced, rhythmic efficiency. The metallic click of the slide locking into position was the only counterpoint to his voice. She didn't look up, her gaze entirely fixed on the firing pin as she checked the alignment. Her inner wolf was pacing

She sliced several hands and arms cleanly, along with a few necks, using her two Katanas. Violet was focused on hitting agents in the head and other exposed critical areas. However, it was difficult to kill agents who were in full armor. They were bulletproof, just like Victor. But Victor stood out among all the armored agents; he was bulky. She gasped and pressed her lips together, focusing on her target. She couldn't afford to lose anything this time, even though her chest felt heavy.

This one was sharp and confident, carved from certainty. She reached into her jacket and pulled out a small device. My heart dropped. It was palm sized, dark metal, smooth and deliberate. No wires. No flashing lights. It looked simple. Too simple. Vanessa lifted it high enough for everyone to see. “Enough,” she called, her voice cutting clean through the noise of battle. Slowly, impossibly, the fighting stilled. The transformed wolves froze mid motion, bodies locking into place like statues. Veilkeeper weapons hummed and powered down. The clearing filled with a terrible, heavy silence broken only by the crackle of fire and distant groans of the wounded.

She grabbed me by the arm and pulled while she answered, “I neutralized him. He won't remember what happened when he wakes up.” The more I stayed with her, the more the surprises kept coming in, just how dangerous she was. I realized that she could have used the exact same thing on me if she wanted to. “How come you didn't use it on me. It would save you a whole lot of trouble?” I questioned. Ava would have gone straight for the kill when she had such a device. “I only have one of these which no one knows about, they are for emergencies, if the need ever arose,” she replied without looking back at me as we continued to run back to the servants quarters.

He asked, shooting me a death glare. If glares could kill, I would have been dead by now. I cleared my throat. "Uhm...I...I want to change in there." I said my eyes was filled with tears. I thought he was going to sleep with me again. "Why the fuck are you hiding your assets from me? They are mine. I own everything on your body."

“They’re coming. I can hear the hum of their phased-shift units.” The breach happened with a sound like tearing silk. Four "Sovereign" commandos materialized in the center of the gallery, their armor glowing with a faint, pulsing violet light. They were equipped with "Aether-Blades"—weapons that could cut through reinforced steel as if it were paper. They looked at Marcus and Elena with a clinical, arrogant detachment, as if they were merely clearing away rubble. “Step aside, Smith,” the lead commando said, his voice synthesized and cold. “The 'Total Harvest' is a legal and genetic inevitability. You are merely an obstruction in the flow of the Sovereign grid.”

The room smelled of oil and blood, as if it had witnessed violence too often. Aster strode forward, selecting his gear with chilling efficiency. Guns, blades, explosives. War lived in his bones. “Take what you need,” he said, his voice low, urgent. I didn’t need to be told twice. I reached for the knives—long, silver, and razor-sharp. I’ve always preferred steel that sings when it meets flesh. There's something intimate about killing up close, about watching the light fade from your enemy's eyes. I strapped on as many as I could carry, changing swiftly into gear that let me move like a shadow.

All what he had learnt from his father’s notes, all what he had thought himself would finally show. He got his device and filled it with a total of five bottles. “What do they do?” Karou asked. “I specialize in all types of poisons and toxins. You can’t have that in a real gun so I had to manufacture my own kind of weapons”. “Looks fancy” Megumi said. The needle came out and he pierced the first guy in the neck and went over to rest. Needles changed of course. He was in a gang, his sense of hygiene didn’t have to go with it. He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose.