Modern Weapons Novels & Stories

"Sometimes love means accepting that the people you want to protect are stronger than you give them credit for. We can handle this. We can make this choice. You just have to let us." Before I could respond, alarms blared throughout the compound. The sound was deafening. Urgent. Everyone moved immediately, trained responses overriding shock and fear. Warriors grabbed weapons. Civilians moved toward shelter. The organized chaos of people preparing for attack. Through the windows, I saw them. Helicopters. Dozens of them. Military grade, armed with weapons I recognized from my time with Project Apex. Weapons designed specifically to kill enhanced beings. Silver-tipped missiles. Electromagnetic p

What was the point of resisting if the rebels were going to be treated like garbage anyway? Tsk, whether it be in times of crisis or not, the rich are still a bunch of fucking assholes. Hefting his rifle, an old model, Kenneth felt even more unsafe. Humanity developed energy-based weapons which rendered ballistic weapons obsolete but the bunkers and shelters that the rebels lived in were built decades ago. Kenneth was used to holding a pulse rifle, a military-grade energy weapon that could turn metal into slag and rip through concrete. It was such an advanced weapon that bullet-proof vests almost became useless until the world government issued a law that only the military can use such weapo

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.

With his remarkable agility, he could be a better fighter than me. I slowly took out Ponpon from the scabbard. “Are you sure about this?” he asked in a loud whisper, looking at the warriors who took out their own weapons that I’d never seen before. They had high-tech guns that would surely destroy me if I got hit. But I guess what they had in their hands were far more high-tech and sophisticated than the ones I saw at the Banatan. I heard that some of these were laser beams that would turn something—or someone like me in that matter—into nothingness—like it had never existed, not to just maim.

(Stormy) “it is…we called it modern firearms…every soldiers and law enforcer working for Aeternum uses this kind of weapons as their main weaponry…Polly said that your clan were very much interested to research and study my weapons…”. “Yes we are…we Red Mountain Clan believe that the we have mastered the arts of musket and explosion…when hearing that there’s another country who know the importance of firearms….we are very interested to see how, they used it and how powerful they are…can I see it?..”. (Stormy)

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.

A glint of metal from my right made me turn, and fear like I had never felt before washed through me. The shelves lining the wall held dozens of weapons, their sharp blades on display. Wolves no longer used silver swords and axes. We had moved on to guns, bombs…fucking bazookas. But this… I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping I had actually fallen asleep and that none of this was real, but when I opened them, they were still there. The ruby embedded in the hilt shined brightly in each one like they were alive, and the Royal crest just above it mocked me.

Their metal sides were reinforced with thick plates, and mounted on top of each one was a massive rotating weapon. Not crossbows. Cannons. Long silver barrels gleaming under the harsh lights. My breath left my lungs. “What… is that?” Darius stared in horror. “Silver artillery.” The wolves backed away instinctively. Even the Alphas hesitated. The hunter leader gestured toward the massive machines proudly. “You destroyed the first wave.” His eyes returned to me. “But these…” He tapped the side of one of the cannons. “…are for ending wars.” Adrian’s wolf growled so deeply the ground seemed to vibrate beneath him.

They nod their heads and walk away. “These are the weapons I was able to get on such short notice. You have everything in there. Pistols, AK47s, Rifles, handguns, revolvers, submachine guns, etc.” I pick up the ball and zip it open, “I ask them for every bit of everything, and the knives are at the bottom”. I smirk and whistles at the sigh of the guns “Damn” “Yeah, Damn, that was my reaction when I saw those bad boys” “What about the bombs and stuff?” Roman as he holds out the Rifles and rubs the edge.

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.