Dc Comics Arsenal Novels & Stories

"It's the giant glowing pillar in the center of the vault! But Jack, you have to hardwire yourself into it! You have to physically anchor your Void arm to the mainframe!" Jack surged forward, his Valkyrie-Apex armor blazing. He closed the distance to Arthur in a heartbeat. The patriarch sneered, pulling a silver derringer from his vest—a weapon forged from a collapsed star. He aimed it directly at Jack’s forehead. "Your hostile takeover ends here, boy." Arthur pulled the trigger. A beam of absolute, unyielding erasure shot forward.

Aiden shoved the door open, throwing me inside before slamming it shut behind us, the heavy lock clicking into place with a terrifying finality. I stumbled, catching myself on a wooden table, and my jaw dropped. The interior of the chamber was massive, lit by high, flickering iron torches. It was a private armory, unlike anything I had ever seen in the main Academy. The walls were lined with thousands of lethal, exotic weapons, recurve bows made of dark oakwoods, shimmering silver arrows, jagged broadswords, and throwing daggers that gleamed faintly. "Wow..." I breathed, entirely awed by the beauty of the room. I turned around to face him, my curiosity temporarily overriding my anger. "What

“But if you get shot, I’m shooting you myself for being stupid.” “Fair.” Warehouse 44 stank of salt and diesel. Two of Russo’s men were smoking by the door. Alessandro’s team took them out silent—no guns, just hands and blades. Professional. Quick. I didn’t flinch. Inside: crates. Dozens. Stamped with Russo’s shell company. Alessandro popped one with a crowbar. AR-15s. New. Enough to arm a small army. “Burn it,” he told his men. “All of it.”

Do not play with Archer. _____ She put on her hoody and wiped out the stain of blood on her lips as she took the courage to open the door of their house. She knew she would be doomed the moment her brother found out that she got into trouble again. She got into a fight, as usual. She has her reasons, and she badly wants to turn her life upside down. Selah Damson is so desperate for a change that she wants it to happen right away.

“You’re being too serious, bro. We have to act like normal citizens or else they might get suspicious of us. Trust me. All of these are part of our mission.” They stopped by in a weaponry shop as Robert wanted to look for the equipment he needed. Arth looked on to different shelves. He might need a small dagger for emergency. He was more than satisfied with the quality of the weapons here in the capital. But then, seeing the prices of the daggers had made him change his mind.

Then he remembered the machine he arrived with. He smacked his forehead, climbed onto the excavator, and drove the bucket straight into the lock until it snapped. He pushed open the steel-bar gate. What lay inside would make any man feel his blood surge. It was his first time seeing a real armory, and it looked nothing like what he imagined. No towering stacks of ammo crates. Instead, rows of uniform, clean, dark assault rifles lined metal racks along the walls. Heavy green-gray boxes made of some unknown alloy rested beneath the racks. Camo uniforms and helmets hung on the walls. Several cans of camouflage spray paint sat stacked below.

Me and all my scars, plus I had a new one for her to judge and appreciate. "Small caliber round from a Seven Pillar's QCW-Type 05," I informed her. Amazons loved their weaponry and their martial exploits. "Did you kill him?" she asked with her intensity overcoming her attempt at a demur nature. "Him and a bunch of other guys," I chose to answer as she unbraided her silky, black hair that cascade down to the small of her back. I was the son of a Chicago working stiff, not some super-soldier.

“Who are you? “D*mn it. You are not Logres Leonard. Where is Logres Leonard?” Alex looked at the Black Robe and just abandoned Arash’s Bow. This was not really his specialty, but he thought of his wife, Dorothy Assex. She was the master of archery. When he thought about her every time, he felt heartache and wondered how she was now and whether she could return. However, now it was not the time to think about all those. So he put away Arash’s Bow and took out Athena’s spear and shield without saying anything. When he took out those two weapons, the Black Robe was completely stunned.

The mission went smoothly, probably beyond anyone's anticipation that a few defectors from the Abyss would dare to return and intercept Whitmore's shipment, leaving them unguarded. However, a stray attacker almost ambushed Carly, only to be taken down by a headshot from Aurora. After successfully unloading the goods, which turned out to be arms, Jasper temporarily stored them in a warehouse. Aurora needed to quickly find a buyer. Under time pressure, she once again hacked into Heath's computer, with Carly commenting with a laugh, "Is it really okay for you to play around with Heath like this?" Aurora glared at her, "I wouldn't have involved him if I had a choice, but the only people I know w

Deep beneath the normal Silversmith family house, where nobody in the neighborhood knew a secret underground lair was, Arnold, Clark, and Aaron strode into their armory. The room sparkled with a formidable array of weapons; ornate swords with intricate hilts, high-tech rifles with scopes and silencers, silver bullets polished to a gleam, and armor etched with silver filigree that seemed to shimmer in the light. The air was heavy with the scent of gunpowder and oil, a potent reminder of the hunters' unwavering readiness.