Deepwoken New Weapons Novels & Stories

It was indeed so unfair. "Yes. Always remember, life is always so unfair. But I highly doubt she barely survives after fighting against five, especially when this battle is no longer about hand-to-hand combats. There's a thrill when it involves using weapons. Deadly ones." Vladimir nodded to one of his men. Five seconds later, several weapons have dropped to the ground inside the battle cage. Those were sharp and elongated weapons that when you got slashed by one of those, it's either you could shun them or your body parts would be chopped into pieces.

I ask as I take a drink of my Redbull while Charity continues reading from their list. "Daggers, swords, axes, and knife throwing," Theo responds while grabbing his own RedBull from the fridge and sitting in the office chair next to me. "But also advanced weapons as well. You can build bombs and chemical weapons." "Cool," I smile devilishly, "that'll definitely come in handy if it's muscle memory; let's hope to the Goddess it is." "We can always find out after this," Charity suggests taking her own seat in the last chair of the small office, "I am sure Toby wouldn't mind letting us borrow his weaponry; in fact, I think he would be giddy about it."

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

I turned to Caius and Namir with a sneer. "What now?" Caius wondered. "Looks like you've come up with a bright idea." Namir purred with squinting eyes. "I just thought about it. If I can pass the purifying effect of this mysterious mark to the arrow as soon as I touch it. I intentionally asked you not to sharpen it because I don't want to hurt our opponents. But seeing what happened when it penetrated into their body without killing them, then maybe I can turn your weapons to have that specialty too!" I gasped zealously.

They had no more time for hesitation. Beside him, Rune and Lioren worked tirelessly, helping teach the new warriors how to wield the weapons. These were no ordinary tools; they required skill, precision, and a deep understanding of the forces that flowed through them. The young warriors who had been brought into Veyra's army in recent months were raw, untested, but they were determined—eager to prove their worth. Rune and Lioren guided them, teaching them not just the mechanics of wielding these ancient weapons, but the spirit that must accompany them.

​The Siege of the Sifters ​The Audit-Drones descended like a golden rain. They were sleek, multi-faceted spheres that moved with a terrifying, non-Newtonian physics. They didn't use lasers; they used "Deletion-Beams." When a beam touched a person, it didn't burn them, it simply "Un-Made" their molecular structure. ​The first wave hit Neo-Tokyo. The "New-Wolves" tried to fight back with their unrefined strength, but they were no match for the Architects' math.

I asked, already dreading the answer. We needed these weapons if we were to prepare for any unforeseen circumstance. The mechanic wiped sweat off his forehead. "Alpha...these aren't repair jobs. These weapons are done. I can't fix material that no longer exists in the right way. Even replacing parts won't be enough. You need new weapons entirely or new forging materials". A cold knot formed in my gut at the acknowledgement that war was approaching, the rogues wolves were still stirring, and now...our weapons had died.

Auditory texture like a saw cutting through bone, amplified to a volume that made my eardrums pop. The sound made the nanoweave of Neoma’s suit vibrate against her skin. My teeth rattled. "Wolfy?" Barzil asked. His voice was a low rumble. "What is coming?" I looked at the reading. Class 5 Kinetic Entity. Nuclear Core. Barzil-Steel Chassis. "He didn't just build weapons," I whispered. My throat constricted. I couldn't swallow. "He built a champion." The smoke swirled. Two burning red lenses, the size of dinner plates, ignited in the gloom. They glowed with a steady, pulsating heat.

Cakra then turns three of his right arms into the cannon, Gatling, and rifle, and he shoots the guy in the midair with three of them that he falls to the ground. The guy stands up barely and says, “HOW DID YOU....” Alfi approaches the guy with his lengthened and expanded crowbar which looks like a solid spear and says, “Weapon number 6: Tipit, a crowbar which can be lengthened and expanded. Not only that, but it can also nullify your attack.” Alfi then kisses his bracelet and his Iru is flowing to his spear. The spear is layered by fire and there’s something burning fire on the edge. Alfi aims the spear at the guy.

Madchen awakened to bright sunlight, and a familiar voice calling her name. She raised up in the bed, somewhat confused. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Drago’s arms. Something seemed to be missing, though. Looking down, she noticed her chest tube was gone. The hole where it had been inserted was completely healed, no scar, no evidence of it ever being there. “We have healing powers,” the familiar voice said.