Avenger Weapon Novels & Stories

Ava made a good choice with her. Ava’s other selection still gave Vescovi pause. He watched Daniel as he charmed the weapons they had to make them lethal to the shadows. The runes on the guns glowed a dull orange. Ebbing and dimming. The motion made their weaponry seem as if they were living, breathing things with heartbeats. Upon impact, the bullets reduced the shadows to nothing; the blades cut through them like paper.

“What is this Aaron?” “This is a retractable metallic claw, with silver coated blades. You have to wear them like a gauntlet. It worked to press these buttons, these claws came out and to be honest, this baby is lethal. One scratch and the silver poison the enemy easily. Moreover, I have installed a cushion containing springs. It will help the wolf to jump two times higher than his normal jump, giving aid and accessibility in the war.” Aaron finished the description of the weapon with pride reflecting on his face. “I loved this one. Can you do me a favor?” I asked him.

The personal deflector on his left was now on, the thump of each projectile’s landing rattled against his arm as the durability meter continued to decline. His weapon was drawn, and in that short span he had already fired five rounds. On his right shoulder another arm had extended, carrying a plasma machine gun. The weapon spat a steady stream of lethal pulse bolts at anything that posed a threat. “War visor” At his command, the heavy metal plate slid to his front. Caking his vision with sensory input and numbers. H-6 kept his senses sharp, he was surrounded by enemies. All of them armed and ready. But not all were willing. Many were running, terrified by the onslaught of his machines. Yet,

I ask, even though I know he's adamant about picking it. The room falls silent, and once again, all eyes are on me. The guy blushes but nods his head. Careful not to startle anyone, I stand up and tilt my head. "One thing you need to understand is that Invictus is full of Elites, ancient vampires, to put it more simply. They're fast, efficient and deadly. That spear is one of the heaviest weapons in this room, and although everyone here can see how skilled you are, you're still a bit too slow to use it against those vampires. You're risking your life, and something tells me your Alpha wouldn't be happy about losing a brilliant warrior. Choose something smaller and sharp but easy to navigate

“I can smell them!” Hugo pulled his lips back, hissing. The man's teeth turned sharp and pointed like shark teeth. He didn't have the two special fangs that vampires or shifters used to have, but Aryadi had known for too long that they were more poisonous than any other fangs. The Cursed suddenly darted towards the back door. Burhan gasped for a split second before darting after the holy blood hunter. Aryadi followed Barbara's adoptive father by turning into a black wolf in one jump. Burhan sped up his run until he hit Hugo and sent them both to the side of the road. Aryadi growled and lunged at them, using that moment to grab and drag Hugo's feet into the forest, avoiding the attention of o

I trained my body for years, cultivated my mind, and above all, hardened my heart not to feel any compassion for Alexander Will Bennett. My name is Ava Smith, I'm twenty-four years old, and I hold a degree in economics. I speak five languages: French, English, Spanish, German, and Italian. Tall, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles on my face, I possess striking beauty. I am powerful, dangerous, and can have any man I desire eating out of my hand.

Or fear. “That’s not Kaia,” someone breathes. “That’s a goddamn weapon.” They’re not wrong. I am a weapon. I am a flame, a moonlight and grief. I am vengeance for every stolen childhood, every broken family, every brother who throws himself between a blade and a girl who didn’t deserve his love. Another wave charges. I scream. The sound tears from my throat and cracks the sky. A wave of power slams outward. Nightowl soldiers disintegrate mid-run, their bodies reduced to ash before they even hit the ground. The wind shifts. The earth trembles.

Avery dove for cover, a stray shard slicing a thin, stinging line across her cheek. She looked up. A figure in a black hoodie and a tactical mask stood on the shattered windowsill, a suppressed weapon leveled at her. "Don't move," the figure rasped. "Wenger said we have to bring Avery back alive."

They looked out of place in a wolf war, but they had the technology I needed to deal with a hybrid, and I had paid them a small fortune in gold and land to bring their newest invention to the front lines. "Is the device ready, or are you going to keep me waiting while my warriors get slaughtered by that girl?" I asked the lead hunter, a cold-faced man named Vane who was busy checking the brass gears on a massive, cannon-like machine that was being hoisted onto a wooden platform.

He unclasped the watch from his wrist, but just as he was about to insert the watch's anchor pin into the receiver slot, a loud blast echoed from the elevator shaft. The steel doors of the elevator had been blown completely off their hinges. Through the smoke, four heavily armed figures stepped out onto the catwalk. They weren't wearing the standard tactical gear of Chronomos commandos; these men wore sleek, matte-black armor with glowing blue visors, carrying advanced energy-rifles that hummed with a lethal charge. "The Vanguard," Klaus gasped, dropping to the floor behind the console. "The Council's personal executioners!" "Hold your position!" Ethan yelled, ducking as a beam of concentrat