Gunmetal Gods Novels & Stories

WARNING****This chapter contains scenes of an extremely violent sexual assault that can be triggering to some. They continued the 8-hour journey to the hideout in silence. Meanwhile, Sonya woke up in a dark room with what she assumed was a dirt floor around her. She was naked with shackles around her wrists. They were burning her skin so she assumed they were made out of silver. Sonya started trying to look around and realized that this was the vision that the goddess had shown her. She began to panic and just as she tried to sit up the door opened and the light turned on.

“Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must have been laughing. “Do you know what it means?” Corvus asked. “You said something during the ceremony about bloodlines. About things that should have stayed hidden.”

Conrod chuckles. - Of course, you are right, there is little that a person can do against dark people, but anyway, take that gun over there, it has a special bullet filling in it, it will help fight off almost any kind of dark one. Of course, the charges are not so powerful, but they are universal. says Alud, handing Conrod a shiny leather-holstered pistol. Conrod takes the barrel out of its holster, carefully examining it, it looks like an ordinary pistol, except for a few incomprehensible hieroglyphs on the body and is slightly heavy. Duk slung a large black shotgun over his shoulder and attached what looked like a semi-circular ax to his belt. Julia took a small machine gun with a long cl

Alyssia and Kristen were confused, it was just a gun, illegal but a gun. "Nacen, what's so special about these guns, I thought you said weren't easily killed by guns" she asked as she frowned disapprovingly. She didn't like the idea of him holding a gun. "Yes we are not easily killed or injured by normal guns but this is a special gun. It has one of our greatest weakness. Silver. Silver is very deadly to us and so is one of our greatest weakness. With these bullets which have silver in them,we would be able to defeat them easily."he explained to her.

But after a few seconds he squealed, "Wait a minute! You mean James ... made my gun? He-" Diego nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, Senior Shin. James makes weapons ... almost all of the soldiers' weapons of Ans De Lou Kingdom, including Riley's." Shin gaped, too shocked by what Diego had said.

Zachary kept glaring at their tensed faces as they both talked with each other through their eyes. Orkus took a deep breath before he started speaking, “Elijah hated Binnazun to his guts. Even when he had everything, he couldn’t stop scheming his death. On his death bed, he cursed Binnazun that his clan would be wiped off by his great-great-grandson. To accomplish this mission, he gave a holy totem to his family which was his mighty silver swords. Those swords had invincible powers, Zachary. They were the jewels that Elijah secretly stole the time Hell and Heaven were parted by the Almighty. He very cleverly hid the most powerful weapons which include Ragnarok- the Silver Sabre, Venomshark-

The only difference between the two is Promethians have nerve cords that stick out of the back of their heads going to their hips For his weapon, Clayton uses a modified Magnus 12-inch barrel – a Type 1 Gatling gun code-named as the “Trencher”. This firearm could fire over 2400 rounds per second and uses a 90mm Pandemonium-class caliber round – an impact-based high explosive round. This gun can create trenches on its own compared to all of its counterparts. This new type can destroy a bunker by firing just a quarter of its magazine in contrast to anti-air batteries used against tanks that look like a windup toy.

If I was going to die it would be on my terms. I snatched the shotgun off the floor, mimicking Earl’s movements until something clicked inside the barrel. Fuck, please let this work. One of the god’s dark, angled brows lifted. “I wouldn’t do that if I were—” BOOM! The bullet slammed into his chest. Liquid silver painted the front of his shirt. Never in my life did I think I’d see the blood of the gods with my own eyes. All of my hopes and dreams came crashing to the ground in a messy inferno because the damned god hadn’t moved an inch.

In the moonstones kissed quickly and tucked back beneath armor as if no one would notice. A few warriors stared out into the darkness beyond the walls, eyes narrowed, daring whatever waited out there to come closer… even as their stomachs twisted and their hearts pounded forcefully in their chests. They stood tall. They stood proud. They stood ready. Because none of them would admit the truth aloud. They were not preparing for a normal enemy. They were preparing for Lucien. For the Alpha God of War. And deep down, beneath the armor and the bravado, every single one of them felt it…

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”