Mileena Weapons Novels & Stories

However, for now, Aaric didn't want to think about that first and preferred to focus on what he could do in this little girl's body and Claire was the best opportunity he had for now. "Keep your head down and don't talk too much," Claire said to Aaric, she then pushed her little head to snuggle into the seat of her car and this made the soul possessor even more annoyed at the woman. He shouldn't touch his head carelessly! ================ Mila felt that it had been a long time since she had held a weapon in her hand, a sword and she felt that she had gained an inexplicable new energy. A power that made her felt better once she wielded the weapon. It also evoked memories of her past.

"Are you okay, Doctor?" Michelle asked looking at her through the mirror. "Alive!" Vera answered. "Please don't lecture me now, I have heard enough." She rolled her eyes. Michelle shook his head and stayed silent. "Am I missing something?" Vlad took a seat beside Vera and closed the door. "Nothing much, your minions and I are having small talks..." Vera replied. "They are doing their work, Wife!... Don't go so hard on them..." Vlad chuckled. "I know you have met Mila before but let me introduce you two again... Mila is one of my trusted assistants and assassins."

“I don’t know. I just think it’s sad that some people get to experience what we have but other people don’t.” “Valentina Carina isn’t in the business of love. She’s in the business of power. The only thing that we need to focus on is destroying her so that we can make things safe for our daughter.” Mia almost looked a little sad at his words. Instead, Mia turned to look at the weapons. “Okay, can we start with swords?” I chuckled. “No, you need to be able to lift a sword first. We’re going to start with stretching and weightlifting.”

I hope you don’t go down the way your son did just a while ago, Elena added coldly. I stilled. So that was it, she dared, the little wolf dared. I smiled, cold and cruel. Oh no, Elena, have you already forgotten who I am? I took another step, fingers twitching. Your memory is poor, but don’t worry. I’ll refresh it once I’m through slitting your throat open. Elena, step back, Mila said, pulling her gently. But Elena stood tall, unyielding. Exactly, Mila hissed, stepping beside her. That’s what you’re good at, killing, slitting people’s throats, stabbing them in the back like a snake in velvet.

CHAPTER ONE 15th May 2021 MILA'S POV I stood in front of the chapel in which MacCarter was about to be wed. It had been 5 long and hard years, but I was back to recover all that I lost or rather, what was stolen from me. I was no longer that weak 18 year old girl, fresh out of high school, without a Mom or a healthy father. I turned out to be strong and bold. I had to be because life had given me a lot more reasons to be.

Mila stepped back. "What are your powers? Are you a weapon of some sort?" the alpha grabbed her hand and demanded. Mila pushed him roughly this time and walked to the door. "Answer me," the alpha demanded. "I am not a weapon," Mila replied curtly. "I am THE WEAPON." And as a deadly smile spread of the alpha's face, she walked out. "

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Dawn has arrived as they prepare for some weapons to take, they dressed up like a warrior. Niffa in her braided tail hair matched her white sweatshirt and black pants as she put on her long dark boots then she grabbed her bow and arrow. “Still stick to that bow and arrow huh,” Rico said as he put on his long dark boots, he had the same outfit as Niffa but he put on his dark cape looking mysterious like before. He pulls the huge toolbox under the desk.

By the time the sword wielder closed in, his weapon was already aimed at the gaps in the armor. Melinda threw her damaged mace at the approaching enemy. The weapon bounced off the mech, startling it and slowing down its charge. Melinda took advantage of the pause to bounce backwards while firing her already stressed laser cannons. The lasers melted the sword wielder's frame here and there, achieving little effect due to the poor accuracy of the shots on the move.

His men might not last long down there, he needed to get out of here. Mila furrowed her temple in confusion. She stared back at 'the Emille Rivers'. It did not make sense. "Brantley, are you Ok?" Mr White came rushing in from the direction in which Brantley and Emille had come from. Mila immediately pulled out a gun and pressed it on Mr White's temple, stopping him in his tracks and taking him back. Her demeanor changed once more. Even Grandmaster was surprised that she still had a gun stuck in the back of her trousers.