Comical Weapon Patreon Novels & Stories

“This monster over there invaded our pack and took over, killing most of our people with a weapon called Serum. He killed my father and I’m here to prove my father’s innocence of all the allegations The Crown accused him of. This is the weapon he uses to kill anyone that stands in his way. He kidnapped his personal assistant and killed him with one of these.” I brought out the weapon and dropped it on the desk. I smiled when I saw the tension rising up in the lions of Lord Perry. “This weapon should be tested and you’ll see how this man formed an organization that’s endangering the lives of our people.” “How’s it supposed to work?” One of the council members asked. “Let’s all go outside” we

he snapped angrily. "We didn’t put anything in it, bro!" his friend replied, pretending to be innocent. But sly smiles began to spread across their faces. "Enjoy a long night with the ladies, Bro! Ha-ha-ha-ha!" Laughter, both triumphant and mocking, erupted from some of his clients. "You bastards!" he shouted in anger. "Bro, we did this for your own good, so you can feel the pleasures of heaven on earth. Otherwise, your weapon might stop working one day! Ha-ha-ha-ha!" their laughter rang out again.

"Kid, I also have a discount offer. You interested?" One of the many things Creed knew that Luna was running the shop alone. She had a crude behavior, but she would never scam people for profit. Her prices were always fair and non-negotiable, so it was pointless to bargain. And as for the discounts, they were as rare as phoenix feathers. "Yes, please!" Creed's eyes sparkled, he nodded. "I will give you 8 mid-range weapons and 1 Soul-Armas." "A Soul-armas!" Creed's pupils shrank hearing the word 'Soul-Armas'.

“You stepping outside gives Saint Rollins what he wants: you back under his thumb, while I pick your bones out of whatever trap he laid.” And at this point, I didn't need anyone to tell me that I wasn't safe anymore. And that I might have as well dug my own grave. *** KYRIE. Comfort... The most underrated weapon in the fucking world. People always think it’s fists, knives, and bullets. But they are wrong. It’s comfort. Slip it into the cracks of people's lives at the right moment, and you own them. Forever. And right now? I was Comfort. I was surely using this opportunity.

“You talk too much… for a man with only one hand.” Don’s smile vanished and a self demeaning look appeared on his face. He stretched out his half arm and the hand flexed. A soft mechanical whir followed, and a spiral-shaped weapon slid out from it, snapping into place like the blade of a viper. “You don’t want to find out what this one does, “ he said grinning like he had done something spectacular. “Yeah, you got yourself a fancy hand you can't stop obsessing over. In trade of a weapon you can't carry. Pretty fancy.”

This is not like the workshop I had envisioned; instead, the place looks like a fucking company. I wasn't expecting to see so many people inside but I actually did and they don't really look like someone who is new here. Both males and females were working and they were not developing bikes; they were also making ammunition. This is why they are always ahead of Fathers Pack. Crescent Claw Pack make their own weapons and this is why they have always remained the head. They are always undefeated but I never expected that that was actually what I ruined. Finn was the one who saw me first. “Lady Soren” he called and walked to my side

Brolin Interrupted, "There is no profit in that for us then…" "What Fang makes absolute sense!" Creed's eyes sparked when Fang put forth his idea, "But don't worry… we don't plan to scam you or anything. Therefore, I will let you have 50% ownership over the patent along with complete manufacturing rights. That way, you will always remain our only source of commodity and we will remain your only patron. How does that sound?" "You will give us complete manufacturing rights?" "Yes. That's because these custom arrows are your pet project! I don't plan to snatch the credit from you… but I do plan to make money out of it. For that I want complete commercial rights over the end product."

she felt so much offended by the choice of the crowd and planning to order now But before she shouts, a man from the building showed himself, wearing black Sando, black tattered slacks and coat, wrap around his waist; wielding a head size hammer. The man spoke and with his threatening words made everyone feels suffocated. “try to pull your trigger and every one of you will die”. wearing his usual smile sarcastically. The man was their only blacksmith. The creator of their weapons! PHIL!

You don't know us. — How distrustful you are, but it's okay. Look, I've known these guys for many years and I assure you that you can trust me. He — pulls out a small weapon and puts it in my hands — I'll teach you how to use a weapon, how to defend yourself and how to fight. I have been told that you are practicing - I agreed -, perfect. Keep this one, it's a TX22, it's small and it's going to help you get started.

Liam asked quietly. "Oh, this?" asked Harriet with a warm smile. She said, "This is a new product that the capital's weapons artisans make. A brand new pistol” "A pistol?" Liam asked. Harriet explained that she didn't know what the Old Duke liked, nor was she sure what to buy him. In addition to this box of a pistol and its bullets, Harriet also bought some accessories. Such as watches, several pins and brooches, and other knick-knacks.