My Chemical Romance Conventional Weapons Novels & Stories

Those words were new and unfamiliar to him. 'Is he serious? What the fuck are these?' Vladimir audibly cusses inside his mind. It was the first time he encountered those words. He knows those enlisted were names of chemicals, especially since he has a laboratory run by the best chemists in the country. "Did you really list everything in here?" Vladimir asked as he looked at the paper. He didn't dare throw a single glance at him as he couldn't meet Mort's gaze. The hunk didn't say a word. Vladimir, who was waiting for Mort's answer, was running out of patience. Due to excessive irritation, he took the only remaining unnamed weapon in his attache case and thrust it into Mort's arm. Vladimir gr

I tried to use my energy and get through the door by breaking down but I couldn’t, my strength is at its peak when I’m in my wolf form. Eros is not in sight and Beta Connor and his men have still not arrived. “Ouch!” I shouted when a sharp pain crossed my head making me see another vision where some people in lab coats were mixing some chemicals in a glass tube and the reaction was making fire pop up. I concentrated my entire energy on that fire till it burst , spreading around the laboratories and making loud noises when it came in contact with different containers filled with some chemicals as if was a bomb blast. *Boom Boom Boom*

The mechanical creature raised its right hand, which functioned as an electromagnetic energy cannon, aiming it directly at Bima's seasoning distillation flask. The barrel of the cannon began to pulse with a deep blue black light, ready to fire a shot that would destroy their final hope forever.

More violent in its construction. "Conclave-era," she said, through the link, her voice tight. "Combat application. I've only seen this in historical records, it's a corrosive working, designed to spread through tissue and resist healing magic. It's illegal under every pack convention that's been ratified in the last fifty years. No exceptions. No grey area." I watched one of our Silvercrest warriors get hit with it on the eastern approach, not killed, but the wound site was wrong in a way that made the field medic's expression change the moment he saw it.

"Archers, deploy the nitrate flasks immediately! Do not let them breach the lower courtyard! Maintain the perimeter at all costs!" A sudden rain of shattering glass vessels fell from the higher stone parapets, splashing volatile, glowing green liquid silver-nitrate across the designated landing zones. The chemical compound hissed violently as it made contact with the salt-crusted stones, releasing a thick, toxic, choking vapor designed to corrode Lycan skin and paralyze the inner wolf within a matter of seconds. The Eastern archers raised their laminated recurve bows, their fingers notched tightly on their strings, ready to open fire into the rising smoke. They never got the opportunity to r

Hearing Ronan's voice out there instead of my Alpha mate’s felt like a cold blade to my chest. I couldn't let him see me like this—paralyzed, weak, and completely defenseless. My body twitched violently as another wave of paralysis washed through my limbs, pulling my consciousness down into a thick, dark abyss. The heavy thuds against the steel frame slowly faded into a low frequency, and my eyes drifted shut against my will. Thirty minutes. That was all the time the chemical weapon needed to finish its work. Outside in the crowded corridor, Ronan reared back and threw his entire Alpha weight against the heavy lock mechanism. Metal screeched, hinges tore from the concrete wall, and the heavy

he asked finally. Suspicion and something like hope threaded his voice. She was suddenly, acutely aware of how close they were. How thin the wall was between this talk and a conversation she wasn’t ready to have in a hospital corridor. “Enough,” she said. “Enough to know some of what we’ve been blaming on bad decisions might have had help.” “Help,” he repeated. “You mean—” “I mean there are chemicals floating around this city designed to make wolves bond wrong,” she said, keeping her tone clipped, clinical. “To scramble heat cycles. To degrade attachment. To take what nature does and introduce noise into the signal.”

They raised their weapons—long, slender rifles equipped with cryogenic suppression rounds designed to shatter petrified Moonstone. They looked up at the security cameras. They knew I was watching. The Mother had opened the door for mercy. And the Council had used it to send the executioners.

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.

Chapter 1 "Ohhh! Gosh! What an amazing moves! They are just falling like UFO' she whispered to herself. She could no longer move from her position due to nervousness. She was washing her face outside the gate of Andrea mansion seven o'clock in the morning. There was a faucet near to Mother Mary's garden. She plans to go to Mama Mary's Grotto and clean up its surroundings. There she saw a helicopter flying around. The height of the helicopter's flight was almost above the tallest coconut tree. Suddenly there were scout rangers jumping from up above. They just circled moving down in the air and stood up on the ground like they're standing holding in the positions of their high powered gun. Ja