Modern Weapons Novels & Stories

Carine said. “You are teasing me,” Marrin said. “I wish I was,” Carine said sadly. “They’ve developed weapons that can destroy entire cities and leave the surrounding areas poisoned for thousands of years. People not killed in the initial blast suffer horribly with sickness and cancer, dying over years. It’s disgusting.” Marrin stared at her in utter disbelief. “Is this true? She asked. “Sadly it is,” Carine said. “They’ve built enough of these weapons to destroy the whole planet and kill billions,” she added in a sick voice.

The atmosphere became charged with an air of secrecy, and the dull hum of assembling gadgets mixed with the occasional metallic click of weaponry being readied. Assault rifles, ranging from sleek AR-15s to rugged AK-47s, were carefully laid out alongside specialized equipment. The scarred man's group was a well-oiled machine, each member knowing their role and executing their tasks efficiently. The room had transformed from a luxurious hotel suite into a temporary command centre for a mission known only to them.

Adrian’s expression remained unreadable, but Nathan saw the flicker of interest in his eyes. “What is it?” Adrian asked. Matteo’s voice was steady, but there was a sharpness to it now. “Weapons.” Silence. Heavy. Thick. Like the room itself had suddenly frozen. Nathan felt it settle in his chest. Weapons. That wasn’t just business as usual. That wasn’t something they could ignore. Adrian leaned forward slightly. “What kind of weapons?” Matteo exhaled. “Military-grade.” Luca cursed under his breath. Nathan’s mind was already moving calculating, processing, putting the pieces together.

After locking Aurora in the room, I headed straight to the armory. The heavy steel door groaned as I pushed it open, revealing racks of weapons that had served my pack for generations. Modern firearms lined one wall—assault rifles, pistols, sniper rifles with silver-tipped ammunition. Explosive devices filled reinforced cabinets: grenades, flashbangs, breaching charges. Ancient swords and axes hung beside tactical gear, bridging centuries of warfare evolution. Gareth was already there, checking ammunition supplies with methodical precision.

he answered. "Oh, they have arrived? Great!" I say. "What are they?" Noah asked me this time. "They are weapons from human land, crossbows, which are specifically made to hunt wild animals like us, wolves. This will help us take down the wolves of the Night Walkers Pack," I explained. "And also some handguns and rifles. If they are about to use magic and the ancestral ways of fighting, the girl who was born in wolf land and brought up in human land I would love to opt for all possible human ways to win this war," I say.

Truly, the technology of humans is something to wonder for the rest of the less-advanced races. The raiders brought deadlier weapons now than he last heard of. Then, they would only bring crossbows and their hippos. Now, those are replaced by heavy machine guns and armored cannons. It's either they stole a cargo ship full of those or they made a deal with a certain Kingdom. By street rumors, Caelum and Trof have advanced artillery enough to kill any creature. But by kingdom resource, it's certain Girovia has developed these kinds of destructive machines. The guns and bullets have been played on by the merchants around here, but he never thought such deadlier versions of their puny pistols ex

Even though she had not asked before this, that’s what instantly came into my mind when she said we would improvise weapons out of bamboo. “I know, still and all, the only thing I am on edge about the thought right now is whether these weapons would still cause pain or injuries upon on them? What if they have already come up with a range of possible alternatives to keep them safe from it, right? Just think about it, a few years have already gone by. You did also said that vampires are now already using modern technologies. What if they already have formulated medicines to cure it?” My tongue twitched at the length of what I said.

I mutter, crossing my arms. Eldris chuckles softly. “Chaotic, yes, but powerful. Their strength lies in their numbers and their tools. You’ve seen what they call guns—those thunderous weapons that can kill from a distance. But that is only the beginning. They have machines that can cross distances faster than any wolf could run, even with the wind at their back. Cars, they call them." At this, the others stir, murmurs of disbelief rippling through the group.

she said as she hug her. Dinner was set, everyone was having their proper meal. Merfoy’s magic worked not just in battle but also in the kitchen. He teach Rico how to use the modern cooking wares, it was only design for him, more over it belongs to his imagination and create it as things on hand. “An electric stove was stall?” Geuron ask while looking inside the cabinet. “Yes, but I’m using the modern one, the one with a gas tank,” Merfoy said. “I guess this is the future,” Geuron uttered checking the lavish plates in the glass cabinets.

I asked, leaning in. "I did a little research regarding those Ferals," he explained, "There are specialized weapons that could deliver fatal blows more effectively. Our warriors are strong, no doubt, but facing Ferals with just claws and fangs is suicide. So these weapons," he said, pointing to the illustrations on the page, "are modern, and are specialized with silver rounds cured with wolfsbane. They've proven to weaken a Feral on the first shot and kill it with at least five. We'd also need better communication devices, upgraded surveillance systems, and custom sodium chloride-tipped bolts. They're effective against both Gravokes and Ferals, and easy to train with." I nodded slowly, impre