Futuristic Fantasy Weapons Novels & Stories

“You had that charmed too, huh? What other magic am I wearing right now?” “Your wrist guards,” Farrow said, surprising the heck out of me with his forthrightness. For once. “The left one turns into a sword and the right is a shield, I believe.” Weapons. I’d been wearing weapons all this time? “Wow. Would’ve been nice to know that right about the time my Colt ran out of bullets.” “Apologies,” Farrow replied mildly. “I was a little too busy trying not to die to remember and mention them at the time.”

They’d intended to use them in… Weapons. The moment I read those lines, I jolted up from where I’d been lounging in a sunlit window seat, the book spread open on my lap. “Weapons,” I breathed, tracing my fingers along the passage. The book claimed that the rubies, when infused with the right materials, could potentially create weapons unlike anything the world had seen before.

Many rays of light shone, dyeing this space into an incomparably mysterious color. "This is?!" When Zephyr Khan noticed the source of these lights, his face could not help but change. There, they were clearly divine weapons and sharp weapons, every one of them matchless, overlooking all directions! Bladed energy! Spear Focus! All kinds of things were contained in it and were constantly released from these weapons. "These weapons actually emitted a Focus Realm and appeared by nothing. In other words, these weapons contain some kind of Focus Realm?" Looking at these weapons, Zephyr Khan could not help but be shocked.

Hum! Ring! Ring! Ring! Within a radius of hundreds of miles, all the weapons, including swords, sabers, axes, spears, bolas, shields, and armors, were automatically vibrating. Many people found that they were almost unable to control their weapons. Countless swords, sabers, and spears broke away from their owners' control and flew away on their own, densely floating in the air. Sabers, swords, and other weapons all over the sky were worshiping the despot-like man in the middle of the sky like the humblest officials.

They would heal, if they lived long enough. I turned my eyes to the weapons. Each one lay upon black cloth, meticulously polished, arranged like a lover’s gift. Scythes curved like crescent moons. Blades etched with blood-runes designed to cut deeper, burn longer. Axes heavier than a man’s torso. Spears tipped with obsidian fangs. I remembered the way my heart had thundered as a boy when I saw those same weapons gleam under torchlight. I had wanted nothing more than to touch them, to claim one as my own.

From the use of exotics and other metals, these weapons were massively upgraded and were given additional attributes on them. All the weapons had force fields that cover them, and they could be used versatilely in fights that would allow them to block incoming bullets and other uses. A high-grade sword made from these exotics or special metals could cut down tanks, bullet-proof vests, and armored vehicles of the 21st century with just a single swing from a high-grade warrior. The available exotic swords were of the lowest quality, but they were several times better than the normal reinforced steel swords. There were other gadgets and technological devices catalog that almost blinded them. Th

With a small grunt Jake reached out for his large gun and pulled it up onto his shoulders! *Boom* Jake trembled slightly from the powerful device's weight, while marvelling at the work of dragons and wyverns. This cannon was the Soul Weapon he inherited after passing his trial. It was actually a pistol, and it was meant to be worn on the finger! It was made by taking into consideration the brute strength of a dragon and its large size, which was why it was so big. When Jake held it it resembled a large gun, but in the hands of a dragon it was only a small weapon with great attack power!

If he wore it on his wrist, others might notice it, and if anyone recognized it was Kendrick's magic weapon, it would surely be troublesome for Caspian. Putting it on the upper arm should not be any problem under normal circumstances as long as Caspian did not take the initiative to show it. Strictly speaking, neither the Firmament's Ghoul-Locker Spear nor the Eight Desolate God-Terminator Halberd could be considered magic weapons, while the Sacred Tree Cauldron had no attack power and was a gift from Handsome's father. Hence, the Polar Light Chakram became the first offensive magic weapon that Caspian got. Even if there was no way to use it now because of his realm, it was still quite memor

The shop had high-tech weapons—guns, swords, and other stuff in different shapes and sizes. I froze when I saw a small knife with a slightly curved design. It was dark red in color with a blue crystal embedded in its handle. I stared at it closely and was shocked when it began to glow, and I heard a voice in my head—it wasn’t my wolf, but she was excited. “Eda? Do you want that?” asked Cygnus. I looked at him, then at Natisa, who had also frozen in place. “What do you think, Natisa? Is this okay for me as a beginner?” I asked her.

This wasn’t just a tent; it was a mobile lab, a chilling display of advanced weaponry. Rows upon rows of devices sat on sturdy tables. Many of them were ultrasonic, as the outlander had said – sleek, black cylinders with strange emitters, designed, I now understood, to disrupt our wolf senses, to disorient and disarm us without a single shot. Other weapons were even more terrifying: compact plasma rifles, their barrels glowing faintly; energy shields, folded neatly like fabric; and small, spider-like drones, their multiple eyes glinting. My wolf instinctively recoiled from the energy, a deep sense of dread washing over me. This was the source of their power, the reason they were such a threa