My Chemical Romance Conventional Weapons Novels & Stories

Emma approached the desk. Naomi explained everything. Her father's research. The oxygen utilization problem. The name Thanox. The historical records. The fact that the substance had been associated with chemical weapons research and was supposedly banned. “Wait.” She pointed at the screen. “You're telling me the thing killing people might be some Cold War chemical weapon?” “We don't know that it's killing anyone,” Leonard said. Emma looked at him. “Leonard.” “Yes?” “Please don't be the person who makes that distinction right now.”

I spent three years being the perfect wife. Three years of silence, of soft smiles, of putting his coffee exactly how he liked it while he was buried inside my sister. Then one night I opened the wrong door. “Harder, Gabriel… fuck, say my name.” Hannah’s voice. My husband’s name. My sister’s body arched under him on the sheets I had bought for our anniversary. Three years of lies collapsed in a single moan. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I walked out, locked the door behind me, and made a new promise to myself: if they could take what was mine without mercy, I would take everything they never saw coming. I didn’t know the stranger who pulled me into the dark that sam

everyone echoed, their voices creating a thunder of their own. The armory was controlled chaos. Marcus oversaw the distribution of Moonbane weapons—daggers that could disrupt dark magic, arrows tipped with purification runes, even a few experimental bombs that I swore would work. "You swear, or you hope?" one warrior asked nervously, eyeing the glowing devices. "Bit of both," I admitted with a tired smile. "But hey, worst case scenario, we all die together. That's kind of beautiful if you think about it." The warrior stared at me like I'd grown a second head.

"I mean, can't you buy normal toys? Buying these things easily makes me think that our son is a big-time arms dealer. I heard that the most popular heavy weaponry in the arms market now includes aircraft carriers and military aircraft, which have good sales and high profits. Isn't that right, my precious son?" Mr. Marcus arched an eyebrow and looked at Henry. Henry looked back at him stiffly and weakly retorted, "Mommy, actually...biochemical weapons have the highest profits..." "Shut up!" Mr. Marcus slapped the back of Henry's head, and Henry pouted in distress. He was just refuting his mommy's misconception! Jessica's expression became terrifying. "Hey, if someone bombs our front door one

His eyes flare fervently, “Don’t test my patience otherwise you won’t get the opportunity to play with your toys.” Lifting my hands up, “Fine, fine. I surrender.” Mainly because I wanted to marvel the weapons here. “Good girl.” Heat flourishes to my cheeks whenever he calls me that. I shouldn’t like being praised by him, but I do. Clearing my throat and scanning the room, white tiled walls and black tiled floors, the familiar scent of gunpowder tickling my nose with glee. All four walls were filled with different types of weapons; rifles, pistols, shotguns, revolvers, semi-automatics – the list was endless. Metal desks lay beneath the rakes, some filled with bullets made of liquid crystals a

he’d murmured, tossing the vials aside to focus on the man he’d burned a city for. Their connection was raw, untainted, Vincent’s hands roaming Chris’s bruised but healing body, whispering, “You’re mine,” as he thrust gently, drawing gasps of pleasure. Chris’s defiance, his refusal to let Raul’s chemical schemes taint their bond, grounded them. “This is real,” Chris panted, kissing Vincent deeply, their love a shield against the underworld’s chaos. Meanwhile, in the dungeon, the Volkovs, Dmitri, Natasha, Yuri, and Alexei, writhed under the effects of Raul’s spiked water, Eros-X 2.0 coursing through them.

Ximena had teleported right in front of me and taken the hit. "Ximena!" That one actually hurt to watch. "Still refusing to repent. Fine. Then you can die with him." Derrick swung his whip again. Right at that critical moment, the system popped up. [Ding. Target Ximena is in mortal danger. The system has issued a combat reward pack. Stored in inventory.] [Devoting host, take up your weapon and protect your target. If you devote, you commit to the end.] I did not have time to listen to the system's dramatic speech. I opened my inventory as fast as I could. Two items appeared—a shield called Gravity Flying Shield and a meteor hammer called… Overpowered Meteor Hammer.

He must have his walls up to hide how tired he is, because I don't feel any emotions coming from him. "I'm not going to sugarcoat anything, what I got out of Horace after you guys left wasn't pretty." Aylin says, cutting right to the point as usual. Both Roman and I stiffen "Let's hear it then" Roman says "You already know of their army, what we've seen thus far wasn't even the tip of the iceberg. They threw half their soldiers away because they aren't worried about numbers, they have wolfsbane and belladonna grenades, a higher concentration than anyone has been able to make before, along with silver weapons which you would have expected. A few of them have successfully injected themselves w

Again, the light turns from red to green. I open the door and close it behind me. EXPERIMENTAL read the sign. I look as the backlighted shelves. Various guns, contraptions and ammunition. All developed to kill wolves with the best efficiency. I walk down the aisle to a section that's gated and padlocked. I shoot the lock and open it. Rows upon rows of various liquids. All chemical weapons to be used against us. I scan the rows and stop at a vial of glowing blue liquid. I pick it up and turn it in my fingers. I read the label. "Wolfsbane"

He had used the exact same chemical weapon he tried to use on Zara's unborn child, leaving it in a federal prison cell as a terrifying, undeniable calling card. The war wasn't over. It had just moved entirely into the dark.