My Chemical Romance Conventional Weapons Novels & Stories

I'll let you know when everything is ready, don't worry. Hong Kong plays the saint, but it has one of the best laboratories for chemical, explosive and toxic products. If I want to invade Saudi Arabia I need silent weapons and a chemical bomb never hurts. The military offers me state secrets and the weak points of each space, person or organization, it is very useful and fun. Outside of that, I already have a lot on my hands and nobody knows it. As Russia grapples with its civil war, they took an eye off the borders, letting in someone they shouldn't. Moo.

(Sergeant Leonardo) Once everything were confirmed and place, silent once again engulfed the entire War Room. The launching has been confirmed, and at the moment of the missile exploded, then the war will commenced. But one thing about Aeternum M.O.A.B that was about to be launched, it was not your average M.O.A.B missile that have 150 meter blast radius, Instead this M.O.A.B were a special missile that has been strengthen and enhanced with multiple magic enhancement, thanks to that this M.O.A.B were now have the words ENC meaning Enchanted, it’s effects and strength were now equivalent to that of a Nuclear Bomb, with a 15 Kiloton of TNT, and a confirmed 2.1 Kilometer radius of blast zone, t

I question. “Hold on a moment,” Killian interjects, making the beta face him by pulling him around and his hand off of me, “No one ever mentioned guns.” He shakes his head, rolling his eyes and looking up at the ceiling. Guns were few and far between, after the fallout, ammunition was hard to get a hold of and when the werewolves formed their council, they outlawed guns. Finding one wasn’t a problem but having ammunition was. “Yeah,” the beta clarifies. “If Alpha Cranes beta is part of the council, they will have firing weapons. The Abby is stocked full. Always has been.”

Mizuki explained. "Adult films?" Is he talking about pornography?! Mizuki glanced at me and scoffed. "You're lucky I came to help you. I would admit since I saw you walking along the streets, I already knew you'd be targeted." He’s boasting his heroic acts again. “I appreciate your heroism, my knight in shining armor,” I told him with a smile and he smiled back at me. I suddenly got distracted after I received a phone notification. And when I looked at it, I was shocked to see bombarded text messages from my mom. Twenty-three unread messages.

The sky above the salt flats did not rain water; it rained venom. The air was a thick, choking fog of white alkali dust and the green, glowing trails of the catalyst-tipped ballista bolts screaming down from the jagged limestone ridges. Every time a heavy projectile struck our front-line phalanx, the explosion didn't just shatter iron shields—it unleashed a pressurized cloud of the glowing green silver toxin that flash-vaporized the healing factors of the wolves caught in the blast radius. The horrific, choked screams of dying warriors echoed across the vast, cracked white plains, their flesh blistering and blackening as the chemical compound melted through their wolf physiology from the ins

Connor practically charged out of the venue. He didn't even bother to change out of the cumbersome formal attire. The old pier was surrounded by patrol vehicles. The air reeked of blood and a faint smell of silver rust that made every werewolf instinctively tremble with fear. It was a poison engineered for our kind, designed to prevent healing and amplify agony. It was a contraband so dangerous that it was strictly banned even on the black market. Chris stood at the entrance of a warehouse with his back against the flashing police lights, holding a transparent evidence bag.

His movements were a blur of lethality; he didn’t just disarm them—he eliminated them with the efficiency of a predator who had nothing left to lose. However, the final trap had been set. Malachi triggered a flare, and from the tops of the neighboring buildings, jets of silver dust began to fall like a cursed snow over the square. The wolves began to whine, falling to their knees as their skin burned and their lungs failed. Even Dante felt his strength leaving his limbs, the inner beast retreating before the chemical agony. “Now!” Richard bellowed, emerging from the police station with a high-voltage stun weapon, his eyes bloodshot with sick obsession. “Bring the woman! Kill the rest!”

I had a backpack on my shoulder. This was Romano's basement; an ammunition house where he stored all kinds of dangerous instruments, ranging from large firearms to smaller ones, knives, chains, clubs, explosives and whatnot. It was a kind of mini armory and he had not only granted me access, but also given me the go ahead to make use of any weapon of my choice in whatever way I deemed fit. I finally reached the end of the stairs and I moved to where the first set of arms lay. Pistols of different kinds. Glocks, shotguns, revolvers and rifles, etcetera, etcetera.

Damon POV Councilors ducked and shouted as I pulled Rayna against me, turning my body over hers while crystal shards exploded across the chamber like frozen rain. Glass struck my shoulders and my neck, but I barely felt it when they cut the material and skin. Smoke rolled in after the blast - thick, black, choking. This was no magic. It was gun powder. Explosives. My jaw clenched. So that was the game. Not gods. Not curses. This time we had cowards with fire and timing.

I stated, and he huffed. "We’ll see about that. I know it will only be a matter of time before your mother comes charging in here with guns blazing. But I have studied Chiara for years; you are her only weakness. Once I point my gun at your head, she and her army will be dropping their weapons in a flash, and they will be left completely defenseless. That’s when I will release the bullet I have kept saved for her into her brain. Then I will kill you because you are just as crazy as she is. Then all my problems will be solved and I will finally regain power over Rome."