Gunmetal Gods Novels & Stories

then the goddess preview an infinite information about the east alliance that even Esmia had never heard before. "Here, fathers brother had been sent her as a spy, right? This is the east main force and we located countless of weaponry inside the palace, the inside of the palace and even the outside, I tried to find any information about extra knowledge regardless of what does a gunpowder do, in fact the gunpowder is not letak but they use magical stones and mana fuels to ignite with this weapon, " then she swipe another one bring a blueprint same as the one that the envoy had presented. "I tried to imitate the same weapon that I had in my dream, luckily the goddess drew it well, this is the

When he asked what customised gun she wanted, Sasha’s happiness plummeted. “Honestly, I’m restrained by credits and materials. The gargoyle nails were recently acquired, and I don’t make it a habit to keep crafting materials because I’m not a crafter. I’ll get any gun you can make to load these bullets.” Ben inspected the golden bullets and whistled. Although he had never met this boss, he knew the monster that made those bullets. It was a bullet with powerful penetration abilities. The machine gun mushroom boss was a secret boss that only a few players knew about. Zen wasn’t lying when he said he had strong friends.

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

Goldie continues to advance further. “Hey, hey, hey!” Leonardo calls out to him, running to the doorway as well. He quickly jogs up the stairs of the basement, keeping a close eye on the young man ahead of him. As Goldie reached the top, he sees a group of armed men pointing their guns at him. Bullets started to rain, the sound of the firing squad was all he could hear. To defend himself, he holds his hands up. He has seen this before, and he does not intend to get shot or hurt again today. At this moment, his vision became clearer than before. The trajectory of each bullet becomes easier to spot. They all slowly come to a halt, remaining suspended in the air. The metal projectiles shake sli

Vance yelled, throwing himself into a low stance and jamming his tower shield into the stone steps to create an anchor point. Gunnar and his outcasts didn't flinch. Accustomed to brutal, filthy survival, the mercenaries locked their arms together, raising heavy iron bucklers and firing crossbow bolts point-blank into the plunging horde. Black blood and shattered glass wings rained down into the dark abyss.

All of us are in the great meeting hall discussing three of them. "We have to keep them protected." Zeus roars. "That doesn't mean we have to keep them locked up." Aphrodite states. They weren't supposed to exist, yet here they are. This meeting started three hours ago. It has gotten nowhere. I have been telling my brothers and sisters for years to let them be. They tried to make them the perfect little goddesses. Well, that hasn’t worked in their favour at all. All that has gotten then is more and more attitude. It is no secret that Mykenzie and Kylani give zero fucks about being goddesses. We all turn as we hear the door open, slamming against the wall. There stand the triples.

If Whiskey had let it take her over, Goddess help us all. I squeezed Gunner’s hand once more before pulling my hand from his. Now or never. I flashed him as I stepped forward. I’ve got you, I’m right here. Gunner answered as he lifted the shield. Just around the both of us at first. But I could feel it expanding. I felt the power bristle through the air. Gunner’s mixed with Whiskey’s, with a bit of mine. All of it was Goddess magic, but the differences were astronomical. Whiskey’s was cold and dangerous. Gunner’s warm and illuminating. Mine was grounding and homely.

It was unusually heavy. As I examined the ammunition, a chill ran down my spine. The bullets were encased in silver, with a hard lead core, custom-made to inflict maximum damage on creatures like me. Silver, the one thing that could weaken us, render us vulnerable. It was like a poison, a toxic metal that could seep into our veins and strip us of our strength, and it could lead to death if it struck out vitals.

Cassana motioned her hands and the plate metals that make it up peeled off one by one, humming and hissing. Cassana stepped out and faced the Primal, who had been kept busy by Minos, pounding and smashing at his shield with every provocation. The redhead raised her hands, and the metallic plates gathered up above her head. She swung her arms and the plates flitted towards Nymgos like darts, each one piercing through a different part of his body.

“We will start with basic sword training. The only type of weaponry that can hurt beings from the Underworld is a weapon made from Olympic metal. It is a metal—looks a lot like bronze—that was mined from the depths of Mount Olympus itself and forged by Hephaestus and his smiths. Compared to modern weaponry, you would think them crude, but it is an almost indestructible compound. I have never seen any of the metal in any other form besides swords, spears, arrows, armor, and shields. I don’t even know how much of it is left in the world, but we do have a few pieces hidden here on the grounds.” “So why not make, like, bullets and stuff with it if it’s so strong?” James ask, not unreasonably. “A