Dc Comics Arsenal Novels & Stories

“Aisle four is where the IT guys work. There are so many computers in the room that you'd be dizzy from all the screens on them. Then aisle five, there are all kinds of weapons. Call it an armory. It's like the most complete candy store that all kids want.” "Wow, did all of Ezra's weapons come from there?" "Some yes. Some not. Ezra sometimes buys his own weapons based on need. Apart from that he also collects pistols made in factories from all over the world.” "What about aisles six, seven, and eight?" “Aisle six is ​​a storage room for all evidence of crimes as well as an archive room. There are so many giant cupboards there.” “Ok. The rest?” “Aisle seven is a hall. Some halls for some spec

Amidst the military bustle, sixteen-year-old Althea proved that her long hours buried in the library were far more than passive study. Down in the subterranean courtyard, Lucas stood among the castle’s master archers, practicing with a heavy composite recurve bow. He was sharpening his marksmanship, learning how to handle specialized war arrows. Under Althea’s guidance, the arsenal was lethal—some arrows were tipped with volatile fire-runes that burst into roaring flames upon impact, while others were dipped in silent, paralyzing shadow-venom designed to incapacitate human hunters instantly. While Lucas practiced his aim, Althea walked over to the weapon racks, carrying a dark leather scabba

POV: CADE MERRICK The sound of metal hitting stone was the only thing I could hear inside the cold, concrete armory of the Sentinel Outpost. I sat at my workbench under the bright lights, focused on the weapon in front of me. I checked my customized heavy rifle, pulling the bolt back to make sure the chamber was clear before sliding a fresh magazine into place. Everything I carried was made for one thing: killing. My tactical vest was lined with iron plates covered in protective runes, my forearms were wrapped in dark leather marked with anti-magic wards, and my belt held several small vials that could slow down dangerous creatures.

he commanded in a cold tone not glancing at me even once leaving as abruptly as he came. I hurried off the ground whimpering as I felt a sharp pain, my healing process hadn’t been completed but was enough to get me into the equipment room and to the armory. I had never been told to carry out this task before and had a strong feeling Riley and Shyne were behind this but there was nothing I could do about it. The armory was towards the East wing of the pack house where the warriors kept their weaponry and vests used for war, made in bronze and metal that had exquisite detailing and the pack logo inscribed, and I was instructed to clean and polish each and everyone of them.

Kala murmured. THE ARMORY I passed through the main armory, where warriors tested weapons blessed by old bloodlines. Swords that hummed. Axes that flared with lightning. Guns engraved with storm runes, charged by solar crystal and moonstone alike. In one corner, the Alpha wolves trained with flame-bursting spears. In another, the human warriors were loading anti-demon rifles while two elves argued about mana reload rates. A dwarf named Braglin sat on a cannon he’d named “Sally” and threatened to marry it if it fired true in battle.

I sat there for a moment, staring at my reflection in the dark monitor. I stood up and grabbed my jacket. If I was going to take down Tulcero with the reinforcements, I needed better equipment than a standard Glock and raw strength. The Armory was forty minutes outside Ridgeway Oaks. It catered to a very specific clientele—supernaturals who needed weapons that could kill other supernaturals. I parked the Harley in the alley and knocked three times on the reinforced steel door. A panel slid open, revealing a pair of suspicious eyes. “Password,” a gravelly voice demanded.

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

Even for a dragon. “Blaze…?” Persia called out. “Just skip him. I heard his name from Kuroyuki.” I said. The person sitting next to Blaze is the guy with the brown hair and glasses. Every time he nudges his glasses, there’s always a glint. “Name: Kronos Y Chronocock. Human. Ranked Seven. Codename: .” Am I actually imagining symbols from his words…? How scary. “Arsenal…? This means you had a lot of weapons in your hand…?”

Much to her relief, he stepped away from Cassius, placing the stake back on the trolley. "I brought lots of them," she laughed, silently grateful that her nerves didn't show through. Cassius began to stir at the sound of her voice. Good. He was still alive. "It looks like you've already got quite an arsenal though," she noted, moving over to the trolley, running her fingers over the various weapons there. "Yeah," he laughed again, "I like to keep my options open."

They were completely unafraid even though they were less in strength and number than Dominic's subordinates. They even prepared so well that they wore bulletproof vests and prepared armored cars to escape. However, no matter how skilled and stubborn they are, they must have forgotten one important thing that the person they are facing is Dominic Arnold, the world famous arms dealer. Dominic directed his subordinates, while shooting down the black masked people consecutively with a gun. Dominic is really a daredevil, he doesn't even care if he can get hit or not, he just focuses on shooting down as many enemies as he can.