Modern Weapon Systems Novels & Stories

Christ . Although she’d braced herself for the sight, the amount of weaponry collected still unsettled her. AR-15s, AK-47s, shotguns, and a variety of rifles and handguns were neatly arranged on the walls as if they were mere tools on a pegboard in someone’s garage. Several magazines or boxes of corresponding ammo sat under each weapon, prepped and ready to use. No wonder Dad was huffing when he hauled all this in. Every bag he was carrying must’ve been ready to burst.

"You have a keen eye, Mourya. You're right; these are not ordinary weapons." Mourya pressed on, his curiosity not yet satisfied. "What exactly are they, Rudra? How do they work?" Rudra looked around at the eager faces of his team. He knew they deserved some answers, but he also enjoyed the air of mystery. "These weapons are a blend of advanced technology and something more... unique. They're designed to enhance your natural abilities and to adapt to your needs in the moment. Think of them as an extension of your own strength and will."

Ben Carter stared in horror at the horde rushing towards them like zombies outside the window. “Jack!” Aria suddenly screamed, “Right! Three o’clock! High energy! It’s the Council’s ‘puppet’!” A group of men in black, blending into the National Guard, ignored the chaotic gangsters, moving with ghostly speed, raising a specially made weapon that gleamed with silver light! “It’s ‘Aconite’ poison gas and ‘Silver Core’ armor-piercing rounds!” Jack instantly recognized the weapons; they were specifically designed for hunting werewolves!

They had just blocked the entrance, and Ray immediately pulled out a rocket launcher. Jon waved his hand dismissively and said in a low voice, "Don't get hung up on details. What matters is this—if Ray managed to get a rocket launcher, do you really think he didn't get other weapons too? In the military, they have handguns, rifles, even machine guns!" Every time he named another weapon, the group shuddered. "So what now?" someone asked. "Do we have to detour every time we see Ray from now on?" Ray had an entire villa—lights on, heating running, and the most beautiful woman in the whole residential complex at his side.

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

Venom closed his eyes for a brief moment and when he opened them again, they were filled with lethal purpose. “Change of plans,” He said, “We're not running anymore.” Ghost raised an eyebrow, “Boss?” “They want a war? Let's give them one they’ll not forget in a hurry,” He opened the truck’s rear doors and began pulling out the heaviest weapons they had brought. There were military grade assault rifles, grenades, even a rocket launcher godfather Marco had insisted they packed, ‘just in case.’ “Reaper, stalker, can you hold your position?” he asked into his mouthpiece.

Gilbert shouted loudly. Jade gave out orders as well. “All heavy weapon users, get in position. Boom, boom— Just as everyone was appalled by the noise, a few large vehicles appeared before them. Alex gasped. “This is just what we need.” Jade replied. “We’re not on Earth anyway, so it doesn’t matter if we bring the Undead Territory down to ruins.” There were tens of these big battle tanks prepared by the higher-ups. They were tactical nuclear weapons within their country, while some were the newest inventions that had never been shown to the public, including nanotechnology.

Pioneer Square saw three weeks' worth of mangled bodies, each one ripped apart with the brutal accuracy that only a wolf who had lost all humanity could possess. I clenched my fingers over my customized Glock's silver-core rounds. The conventional silver weapons, such as blessed swords, ancient artifacts, and ceremonial nonsense that were impressive but took too long to deploy, were preferred by the majority of hunters. I discovered the hard way that you need something that functions faster than pretty when you're up against a two-hundred-pound killing machine with superhuman power and speed.

I asked, already dreading the answer. We needed these weapons if we were to prepare for any unforeseen circumstance. The mechanic wiped sweat off his forehead. "Alpha...these aren't repair jobs. These weapons are done. I can't fix material that no longer exists in the right way. Even replacing parts won't be enough. You need new weapons entirely or new forging materials". A cold knot formed in my gut at the acknowledgement that war was approaching, the rogues wolves were still stirring, and now...our weapons had died.

Foldable field beds, solar-powered satellite towers, mobile command screens, high-frequency comms equipment, water filtration tanks, and mobile food units were quickly being rolled out and set up in efficient military fashion. The soldiers were dressed head to toe in heat-regulated, bulletproof armor suits. Their helmets were matte-black, fitted with infrared visors and toxin filters. Most of them carried advanced rifles loaded with silver bullets, but a few bore heavier plasma-kinetic weapons—prototypes powered by magnetic rails, which Justine had only recently greenlit for field testing.