Dc Comics Arsenal Novels & Stories

I muttered dryly, wondering if there was anything left of my old pack besides misconstrued rumors and ash. “This place seems like some sort of war museum, an ode to war. Not just… not just their history, though.” He chose his words carefully, and I was grateful for that. “There are human things too.” He walked over to the other side of the room, motioning to a display of grenades, a medical bag with an old thermometer, jars that were still full, but who knows of what, scissors, and other equipment. “From different wars.” He pointed at the placard under the medical bad.

He nods but I can tell that he is worried for me. I leave the training ground and follow Helios to the warehouse a short distance away. Here, is where we keep our arsenal and weaponry. Rows upon rows of bows and arrows are hung on the thick wooden walls while daggers and blades, sharp enough to cut through rocks are stored neatly in numerous solid wooden storage trunks that are locked. The moment I step through the warehouse door, the door slams shut with a bang, casting the whole place into darkness and Helios grabs my wrist, hauling me to one of the massive trunks. His breathing is ragged and hard.

When he flicked it and the entire place became illuminated. The brightness gave way to a massive dungeon filled with different interrogative weapons. That aside, there was a section of different ammunition; guns, knives, bombs, bullet-proof vests, helmets, grenades, spear bows and arrows. Dante got chills all over his body. He didn't want to be involved with stuff like that anymore. His primary focus was just to get his powers and go back to his pack. Any other connection with his father's past, he was so not interested. He witnessed a ruthless father who showed no mercy. He wanted to become a different man. Atone for his sins, even.

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.

This one was cold, dark, and silent. The air grew colder. The smell was iron and oil. He stopped at a set of iron-banded doors, guarded by two warriors in full, black armor. They didn't just pound their fists. They slammed them against their breastplates. Ares pushed the doors open. The armory. It was vast. But unlike the kitchen, it was silent. It was cold. It was organized. The walls were a forest of steel. Racks upon racks of swords, of axes, of spears. Barrels of arrowheads. Stacks of shields, all bearing the black, snarling wolf of his pack.

The night vision goggles made her eyes glow an eerie green. 2. **Marco** - Damien's lieutenant dual-wielded SIG Sauer MPXs, his movements precise as he cleared the corners. The ceramic plates in his vest were rated to stop .308 rounds at point-blank range. 3. **The Asset** - A 6'7" brute in full riot gear that made him look like a futuristic knight. The helmet came off to reveal Damien, his storm-gray eyes burning with barely contained fury. Arthur was already moving, his sedation-resistant body dragging toward the emergency exit. Blood streamed from his broken nose, painting his teeth crimson when he laughed. "You brought my granddaughter to a gunfight?" His voice was a grotesque parody of

He took Damian’s hand and pulled him up. "But you still leave your left side open," Damian noted, tapping Leo’s ribs. "I'm working on it," Leo smiled. THE ARMORY We geared up. The Sanctuary Guard wasn't a ragtag militia anymore. Thanks to Seraphina’s funding and Ironclaw’s logistics, they were a modern army. Matte black armor woven with carbon nanotubes and silver thread. Assault rifles modified to fire depleted uranium rounds (for armor piercing) and hollow points filled with wolfsbane (for rogues). But for the Hollow Men, we needed something else. "Bone," Silas said, walking into the armory with a crate. "If they are anti-magic, metal might conduct their Null field. We go primitive." He op

“The gods and goddesses works in mysterious ways. The dark vampires are Heriah’s creation, too, and she will not raise a hand against what she created, but she might already have seen the error of her ways. And that is why she created us a weapon.” “Weapon?” “YOU.” ”Fan-fucking-tastic. I am a goddamn weapon?” Vincys chuckled. “Here we are.” I looked down and my heart lifted when I saw the familiar woods, and the dragon fruit tree. My heart jumped. Everything in my body buzzed to see Ares. He lowered the copter near the training field and the guys training there growled and came towards the copter, their swords raised above their head. I stepped out of the copter, my hands raised above.

he said and handed me a file. “Okay. Track down Diamond next.” I said as I went through the file. “Boss, your weapons and armor are ready. Black painted Desert Eagles with black bullets. Black spandex and mask made from mithril ore. Your sword were also infused with adamantium and mithril ore making it extremely durable even against M60 machine guns. We have carefully collected 10 black roses. Everything is ready for your departure.” Starlet said. He acts my right hand man and he commands respect in the KWE organization.

It's definitely them. " What are you still waiting for, get the guys ready," Asriel said before he stormed out of the room into his special weapons store. He had picked his favourite toy, a small rifle that fitted perfectly into his hand, with only one bullet in it, that was how he operated, one bullet for the person who deserved it most. Two choppers flew side by side in the middle of the night as they headed towards a forested area far away from the capital. Asriel had warned the Scorpions for a long time having once meddled in his business, stealing his goods and blocking his passage. Right now they had hit his nerve, and the end wouldn't be so nice. He would wipe them all out.