Mileena Weapons Novels & Stories

It was hard to believe that just the two of them had at least 49 Soul Armas inside their mind palace. Each of these soul armas appeared extremely daunting and rarest of its kind. When Holt and others members saw the huge pile of gleaming soul armas, a greedy drool dripped down their lips. "Good! See? It wasn't that difficult now, was it? If you had done that from the beginning…we wouldn't have to resort to threat and extortion…" Soon every weapon, Armor or shield which they owned was lying kissing the muck and grime on the ground. The crowd's eyes were glowing with blatant greed. Maira and Nakiya were now standing completely defenseless and with no gears or equipment on their bodies.

Warriors in tactical gear moving with practiced efficiency. I stand with Caleb coordinating final vehicle assignments. Shane and Miles are checking weapons distribution. Neah stands at the front beside Liam, knife strapped to her thigh, braids pulled tight, gold flickering in her eyes. She looks like a warrior. Like a leader. Like something the world has never seen before. Dr. Sera loads her counter-agent prototype into a reinforced case. Gregor Voss checks his intel one last time, guilt etched in every line of his face. Micah stands beside Elena, both of them radiating dangerous calm.

Green thought as he followed his master's orders. "Weylin, what's in your mind?" Mirela asked, gritting her teeth. If it were her, she would have started shooting the cars to end the cat-and-mouse game. She kept averting her gaze between the cars and the mafia boss. "What are you planning to do?!" "I cannot act recklessly when I am with a woman," Weylin replied in a grim tone, leaning against the seat. "Are you fvking with me?!" Mirela's eyebrows were drawn together, forming a deep frown. She never liked it when someone treated her any less than a man. "Are you looking down on me because I am a woman?!"

She's going to look for a suitable place to create a base and put the house there. “This is going to be really painful” Lila swallowed, Mimi isn't really nice and now that she's actually warning her, does this mean it's extremely painful? But she doesn't have a choice, she already had it easier than everyone else in the apocalypse. “I'm ready.” “Go to the weapon room” Lila made her way to the room where she had seen the puzzle, she was eager to see what the weapon looks like now. She pushed the door and walked in, inside she saw a chair with straps and a strange machine that she hadn't seen in there before.

Because even if I recognized it and attempted to leave him, he would not let me. But I wanted to be a part of something bigger and understand the world Andrew grew up in, and if I hadn't had to look after Dalia, I would have asked Andrew for a job in his Mafia, but I figured it was better not to kill people and then look after a four-year-old. "The best weapons are rifles." Melissa argued as I sat across from her on the floor. "The best pistols are Liesss pistols." I responded, laughing along with Melissa. "Noooooo." Melissa practically screamed.

Lars was eyeing for a way in, and saw that Wilhelmina might have found one already. Wilhelmina leapt across the buildings as she created various weapons made of ice that she utilized to cut through the Chimeras. Spears, daggers, swords, anything bladed and deadly were under her total mastery. Mists of ice evaporated from her wintry combat, leaving long trail of the Chimeras' mutilated bodies.

I know you're worried, but I don't sense any trickery, Jai. “Jai?” Melinda pulls me out of my one-sided conversation with my wolf. “I know you probably find everything I just said hard to believe, but,” She waves her hand, and a dagger appears in a cloud of green mist. It sits suspended waist high as though it were proudly displayed on a stand, sans stand, obviously. My eyes widen upon closer inspection. “Soul Destroyer.” I gasp because never in my wildest dreams did I imagine ever seeing this dagger in real life.

Everything seemed to be going fine. That was until we all heard a sound of several gun shots. We looked and saw Dennis with a gun in his hand. His hands were not cuffed anymore and he had tackled and killed some police men. The gun in his hand was directly pointed at Makaila who seemed frozen in fear as she couldn't move. Nigel held Rita close to his body as some sort of protection. I guess I spoke to soon. "Dennis, what are you doing?" I snapped at him. He shot the gun to the air several times and then pointed it at me which made me back down for a moment

I watched the brass casing tumble down the exterior stone, bounce once, and land in the water below, swallowed before I could track the ripples. No bullet. No impact. Just the shell. Deliberate. Milena exhaled. The sound was almost a sob, but she caught it in her throat and buried it. She stepped forward, eyes searching for the impossible. A sniper she couldn’t see, a message she didn’t want to understand. I caught her wrist before she could silhouette herself against the glass. My grip was firm, not punishing. Just enough for her to know the line. “Don’t give him a clean profile,” I said.

“You should’ve just obeyed. Now, I’m going to enjoy making you scream.” Milena clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palm. She refused to let fear take over. Rafael was coming. She just needed to stall. Leonard suddenly knocked over a crate, sending its contents scattering. The sharp sound made Milena flinch; she suppressed a scream. He laughed at that. “Oh, baby, you’re so close.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I can sense you.” Milena swallowed, shifting slightly. She needed a weapon. Anything.