Dc Comics Arsenal Novels & Stories

“Do you realize what you’re setting in motion, Cardan?” My jaw flexed, but I didn’t answer. The thought of leaving her alone in that den of wolves made something sharp and primal curl tight in my chest. But I pushed it down. I couldn’t afford distractions. We finally reached the chamber. Heavy iron doors groaned as George shoved them open. The room beyond wasn’t a chamber in the ordinary sense. It was an arsenal. Weapons of every kind lined the walls, blades gleaming with silver edges, spears forged with wolfsbane tips, guns that waited with runes carved into their steel.

-"Alpha, The Luna and Second Beta male are gone" My head warrior at the house stated. He sounded groggy like he had been drugged. I was still in wolf form and raced back to the house. I let out a howl when I couldn't find Artemis there. Jax was cleaning up the bodies from the fight so we didn't scare the humans. I had to break the news to him. -"Jax, Valerian was taken with Artemis. I think he was injured"-

Give me one second. Lights came on, and I was surrounded by guns and other sorts of weaponry. This was an arsenal. Some looked like bullet-proof vests in one of the boxes against the wall next to me. There were several tons of bullets, in many cases, carefully arranged against the wall alongside several jars of wolfsbane. They were rebels. It was normal to own an arsenal. It seemed like they were getting ready to wage war anytime soon against the Council. "I take it that you have something huge planned for the near future?" The bunker was about ten feet long and there were guns lined up on either side of me. My best guess was that they would use the guns to weaken the Council's military forc

CHAPTER 26—Where To Go? Rain's point of view For the last few days, I have been thinking about La Arma Countryspy. Just thinking about being the one in charge makes my head hurt. Even if it is said that Ali will help me, it is still different when I have knowledge of such a business. Too delicate and complicated. "Hey! You've been an idiot for a while!" said Azariah while we were in the garden. Aliona was with us but took food from the kitchen.

His mother's love for him was reflected in such a subtle detail. Inside the box was an access token to Doomsday, several ultra-realistic masks, and several advanced weapons. Grand Old Master Ares was astonished when he saw the token.

I was still unpacking the supply of weapons Tamara and Andrew gave me when they left me here to my own fate . My new Arsenal was enough to take out a pack of Rouges with all kinds of guns ranging from pistols, glocks , revolvers down to Assault riffles and sniper gears . And a set of silver katanas, silver bullets , wolves bane bullets , mountain ash , bows and arrows , even the supernatural poison that comes with a syringe set . I personally don’t even know what it’s made of . ‘’Does Xavier know you have all this in here ? ‘’ Lydia asked picking up an arrowhead

In fact, most of them were assuming this to be some kind of a stupid mistake by some dumb idiot. They waited for a few seconds, yet no reply came back from the armored man. The trident, which was stuck on the ground, however, started vanishing into nothing. Archie was now fuming from anger. The best thing about Soul-Armas was that these weapons could be stored inside the mind-palace, therefore summoning and retracting the weapon was pretty easy. He was now sure that the armored man had no intention of revealing himself. "You goddamn imbecile!" Archie clenched his fist, he then turned at his personal team, "Get him, don't let him run away."

Arthur, the Eighth Brother. He looked like a man who had spent his life building bridges of steel while his brothers built bridges of starlight. He carried a cane topped with a simple silver wolf’s head, and behind him stood a legion of soldiers in "Null-Armor"—suits designed to absorb kinetic energy and ground it into the earth.

They are also both armed with wolfsbane filled dart guns, and 2 silver knives each. Ansel is wearing black cargo shorts, and a black tee shirt. He is armed with a set of silver throwing knifes, and a gun that shoots either deadmans blood or witches brew, depending on which one he loads into it. I am wearing knee high boots, loaded with throwing knives. A black skirt that is hiding 2 sets of throwing stars. A white tee shirt under my black leather jacket, which holds two small guns, one loaded with deadmans blood, the other with wolfsbane.

After locking Aurora in the room, I headed straight to the armory. The heavy steel door groaned as I pushed it open, revealing racks of weapons that had served my pack for generations. Modern firearms lined one wall—assault rifles, pistols, sniper rifles with silver-tipped ammunition. Explosive devices filled reinforced cabinets: grenades, flashbangs, breaching charges. Ancient swords and axes hung beside tactical gear, bridging centuries of warfare evolution. Gareth was already there, checking ammunition supplies with methodical precision.