Dc Comics Arsenal Novels & Stories

Are all the weapons stored there? Thirty minutes passed. Malik finally returned with two long-barreled weapons, which Arsenio wanted. "This is the weapon you want. The latest RV 7000 and GM 1000S." Malik put the weapon on the table. Arsenio widened his eyes and nodded slowly then. "Can I touch it?" "Please!" After getting permission, Arsenio touched the two weapons. He stroked it gently, treating the two solid objects like babies. "This is extraordinary. Dad will definitely like it," muttered Arsenio in amazement.

So, yeah, he’s also a badass, it just looks different than my form of badassery. Our youngest brother Dax is currently the pack’s Lead Warrior, which means he works closely with Gamma Bree in running trainings and sparring sessions, and with me when it comes to battle strategy. Thanks to my parents’ leadership, leadership which I at least hope I’m carrying on, there’s been little reason for the latter, but I like knowing that I have one of my brothers, someone whom I trust implicitly, in that role. And, my parents, while retired, still live on pack lands while they enjoy their retirement. So, I’m really very lucky. But it’s still not the same as what I see Cayden has with Zella or Bree has w

I hadn't seen them in ten years. The forty Iron Voices were lined up in the massive, subterranean cavern. They looked like sleeping black dragons in the dim light of the lanterns we carried. The thousands of rifled muskets were perfectly racked along the walls. The wooden crates of Cordite were stacked in flawless geometric pyramids. It was a monument to our capacity for slaughter. Jace let go of Elias’s hand. The ten-year-old boy walked slowly into the center of the arsenal. He wasn't afraid. He looked like a starving man walking into a feast.

Below, the battle was over. Lycian stood atop a pile of broken bodies. He was covered in blood. Not his own. He shifted back to human form. He was panting, but grinning. "Shields down," he called up. "Good work, Glitch." Arielle floated down. "Armory is open," she said. They walked into the warehouse. It was stacked floor to ceiling. Weapons. Ammo. Artifacts. "This is enough to arm a rebellion," Lycian said.

Leo (Tank) roared, his voice carrying over the ringing in everyone's ears. The giant man stepped forward, clad in the matte-black "Juggernaut" heavy assault armor they had looted from the Mobile Command Center. The armor made him look like a walking monolith. He reached out and snatched the smoking rifle from the hands of a trembling Ironhead ganger who looked barely out of his teens.

But they had made a good start, and they were all feeling optimistic about the future. Leori, Robin, Ethan, and Adonis made their way to the armory, where they were met by a group of weapons experts. The experts had been summoned by Leori to help with the task of taking inventory and planning the acquisition of new weapons. The group included both human and werewolf experts, all of whom were skilled in the art of warfare.

As Xavier continued to watch the video, a knock at the door pulled his attention. “Come in.” Alfonso walked in. “Boss, we got the leads on the people who launched the attack; the men are waiting for your command,” he reported. Xavier looked at Reina, who had started eating, and closed his laptop. He got up and strolled to the cold stone wall where he scanned his eyes. Just then, a hidden panel opened with a faint click, and the wall shook before parting to reveal a clandestine arsenal. Inside, a dazzling array of weaponry glittered ominously in the faint light—sleek handguns, menacing knives with glinting blades, and an assortment of tactical gear carefully arranged.

I can't help but feel the pride not only in her but my young pack members, I look at the boys, "seems I have not only trained and skilled warriors, but an elite young trained archers at the ready." I watch as the boys eyes widen at me and they all bow their heads, "always at your service Alpha," they say in unison. Charlie walks out to the targets and pulls an arrow out, she holds it in the air and shouts, "ready," the boys load their arrows in their bows, my heart races, "aim," she shouts and a growl leaves my throat as she shouts, "fire." My body freezes in it's spot as I hear the swoosh and Charlie stands there without flinching as arrows fly, digging into the arrow she hold above her he

His golden chestplate gleamed with divine strength, lion-belted waist, and etched greaves radiating an aura of unyielding power. "Ares," whispered Darina.

Aurora's POV The armory doors slammed open. Kane burst through with his team, weapons clattering as they distributed crossbows and silver-tipped arrows. I arrived seconds later with my rescued court members, breathing hard. The armory was well stocked. Weapons of every type lined the walls—ancient swords beside modern crossbows, ceremonial daggers next to military-grade silver arrows. Beautiful and terrifying. "Aurora." Relief flooded Kane's voice when he spotted me. His eyes did that quick scan thing, checking for injuries before snapping back to business mode. "Status?"