Freeze Ray Gun Despicable Me Novels & Stories

Lexus always had and probably always would bring out the best and the worst in him. “Fucking gross. Thanks for that visual asshole; I could have lived my entire life without it. Though that settles the whole ditching idea, cause if I can’t get out of this shit, neither can you, Rin. Get fucking dressed; you have twenty minutes. Don’t even test me, nerd. I’ll strip and dress you myself, omega,” The blond bared his fangs and narrowed his eyes in challenge. Damn. It just had to be him, didn’t it?

I ask in a challenge. Ethan grins, then points his arm straight to his left without breaking eye contact. “Wanna bet?” he asks, eyebrow quirking in a challenge, as my eyes land on the shooting game he just pointed at. “Loser buys snacks.” I bark out a harsh laugh. “Oh, you are so on! There are many things I’m good at, but it appears killing zombies isn’t one of them. In the end, Ethan wins and I whine all the way to the snack bar.

Rage asked, his rifle leveled at her heart. "He’s waiting," she said, gesturing to the largest tube in the center. "But he’s not going into a child this time. The children are just the 'RAM'. They provide the processing power. The host... well, the host needs to be someone with a fully developed Vane-Moretti neural pathway." She smiled, and the floor beneath Rage suddenly shifted. A high-frequency pitch erupted from the walls—a sonic weapon tuned specifically to the Vane ear. Rage fell to his knees, his rifle clattering to the floor as his perfect memory began to loop, his brain firing a thousand images at once.

He always told the story behind the various pieces enthusiastically, making her excited about them. "No, I want to hear about what you were trying to sell." Minnow exclaimed with her mouth full of sweet batter. "Ok, I recently imported the Personnel Halting and Stimulation Response Rifle. PHASR, for short. It's a non-lethal weapon designed to disorient and stun enemies rather than kill them." Waylen's eyes widened with excitement as he explained his latest finds. "So, it's a light-based gun that temporarily blinds enemies with focused laser beams. The laser lights, which operate at alternating wavelengths, will disorient people who look at them, rendering them unable to stand, let alone figh

I screamed over the deafening echoes of shotgun fire. Elias stepped up beside me, resting his carbine barrel on the edge of a steel junction box. He breathed out slowly, squeezed the trigger once, and put an armor-piercing 5.56 round directly through the right ocular lens of the middle unit. The synthetic figure twitched violently, blue fluid spraying from its eye socket as its internal servos fried. It collapsed forward like a puppet with its strings cut, hitting the floor with an unnatural, heavy metallic clang. "One down!" Elias yelled, racking his slide to clear a stovepipe jam. "Aria, the override panel on the left gate blows it!"

My brother's face was a mask of bruises and desperation, ropes cutting deep into his wrists, blood trickling down his arms. "And you," Damian said, echoing Jade's earlier sneer with chilling precision. He reached into his coat and withdrew a sleek tech gun similar to the neural disruptors the rogues wielded, but upgraded, deadlier. Its barrel glowed with an ominous blue energy coil, humming with contained power. This wasn't just a paralyzer; calibrated high enough, it could fry my enhanced healing, leaving me writhing in agony without killing outright. But for a regular wolf… One direct hit would overload their system, shutting down their heart in seconds… instant, merciless death.

Ray. “I’m sorry,” Ray muttered regretfully as he climbed on top of the freezer. Stabs of pain lanced through his shoulder as he unlocked the window, slid it up, and punched the screen out. Adrenaline was his fuel, staving off the dizziness and fear as he wiggled out of the window and dropped as quietly as he could onto fallen leaves. Ray had no idea where he was. He thought Leon drove by somewhere, but who was to say that thewere still somewhere he knows.

What was happening? He tried hurling one of his ice spears. Swish—the spear flew less than half a foot before disappearing entirely, as if thrown into boiling water. It melted instantly, leaving no trace. "What kind of ability is that?" he blurted out, even though he knew Ray would ninety-nine percent likely remain silent. "Guess," Ray replied. As expected, Ray had no intention of satisfying his curiosity. With a thought, Ray fired—whoosh—a reinforced steel rebar shot out at supersonic speed.

It was as if there was a god of death descending upon Seymour. That dense aura of death locked right onto Wilbur. A black line started to appear from the barrel, and it started to flicker as well. Spiritual flames started to ignite around the gun as well. Seymour's face looked ferocious as he shouted out, "Just die already!" The Death Ray shot right out from the sniper and was in front of Wilbur in a flash. The space that it shot through all seemed to distort and turn hollow.

The resulting open room it leads to is small but just big enough for me to pace around, take out my frustration on the rough brickwork. Except something feels off. I never leave anything in here, nor see anyone else using this space but it's just not right. Switching on my torch I curse under my breath to see the machine gun has gone. “Fuck,” “Goodbye Cyrus,” came Raze’s sly voice. I turned around but I was too late. Twisting the mechanism into shutting again he smiled with dead eyes. I lunged my arm through and he yelped in frustration as my claws extended enough to almost take his heart out where he stood.