My Chemical Romance Conventional Weapons Novels & Stories

scared Raya wanted to ask, her body still trembling from what had been going on. But she immediately began to wretch the moment she perceived the liquid. It hit her senses, almost dimming it. It was wolfsbane, used to keep a wolf checked. She staggered for some time before regaining her footing, holding her nose tight while watching him clear his throat like he had just gulped down juice.

Both eyes are teary, pained, broken yet in love. “And to meet you, the hidden weapon,” Rico uttered as Niffa finally smiled. She saw Rico’s lips painted a smile as well. He leaned his face once again and kiss her as they end up laying down on the bed feeling each other’s lips.

Anyway, that’s not the real problem here. The real problem is… why is there a rocket launcher and huge missiles?! OH MY GOD! I DON’T WANT TO DIE EARLY! I MAY NOT DIE FROM ZOMBIES BUT I MAY DIE FROM THESE DANGEROUS WEAPONS!!’ Psyche Flint exclaimed inside her heart as she stared on the screen while massaging her heart. ‘Ah! Ah! Ah! The Grim Reaper gripped hardly on my heart!’ and exhaled deeply while her mind was disturbed so she fainted.

"Swinston?" "Yes, honey?" "An ordinary gun can't kill Logan, at least I'm sure of that" He shrugged. "Remove the ordinary" he said with a smile. "What does that mean?" "See, those bullets weren't just any bullets, they had been worked on for so many years, it contains so many deadly organic chemicals including an enhanced wolfsbane…" I was shocked. "What? You used me to kill him?!" "No, no no. It's not like that"

I questioned as I carefully took out a glass jar containing wolfsbane in a liquid, making a concentrated wolfsbane essence. “If you mean my old werewolf hunting kit, then yes. There are four wolfsbane bombs and a handgun; the gun itself is safe for you to touch, with silver wolfsbane-tipped bullets already loaded in the camber.” Sarael shrugged like these were all everyday things to have. And I suppose for her they are. And I shouldn’t begrudge the added weapons against Wade. Even though using such things goes against everything I was taught as a werewolf and in my Alpha training.

ERIN The weapons cache was hidden beneath a false floor in the easternmost storage building. I stood at the edge of the opened hatch, staring down at the arsenal someone had positioned to be accessible during the summit's final session. Blades. Crossbows. Coiled rope and grappling hooks. Vials of something dark and oily that I didn't want to imagine the purpose of. Enough to arm a small strike force. Enough to turn the crowded gathering hall into a slaughter. "Twelve blades," Connor said, his voice flat as he catalogued the contents. "Four crossbows with bolts pre-poisoned—you can see the coating on the tips. Climbing equipment suitable for scaling the compound's inner walls. And whatever's

Ang amoy ng tagumpay sa Outpost 7 ay mabilis na napalitan ng amoy ng kemikal at takot. Habang hinihila ng Black Legion ang mga labi ng mga Precursor Scout ships para pag-aralan, isang itim na likido ang dahan-dahang s******p sa mga siwang ng sahig. Ito ang "Crystalline Plague"—isang biological weapon na dinesenyo ng mga Precursors para sa "deep cleaning" ng mga planetang ayaw sumuko.

“I really can’t hide anything from you.” Collecting himself, the grand old master began to discuss with Jay in all seriousness. “Doomsday likes using biochemical weapons when they slaughter, Jay. I suppose you could call it a silver lining, but the Ares family has come to understand a part of such weaponry during your mother’s stay at Tourmaline Estate. I’ve made a tank strong enough to withhold such biochemical weapons and I’d like you to drive it that day.”

~ CASPIAN ~ By afternoon, every living soul in my pack is getting ready for war. I'm in the armory, helping Callan ensure the weapons are properly distributed and arranged in order. Bombs. Grenades. Cannons. Wolfsbane gunpowder. Missile systems. Anything that can help defeat the enemy. The warriors around us are gearing up already, some loading more guns and explosives into different giant boxes.

But I know he as probably chosen guns as well. “Importantly,” Henry continues, “as we are ultimately testing military leadership, and not ruthlessness, all weapons will have been made nonlethal. This means that blades will be dulled and bullets will be rubberized. All weapons will, however, be coated in wolfsbane.” I swallow at this. We all know wolfsbane, grew up knowing about it. When we came of age, my father made my sister and I drink a glass of water with a drop of wolfsbane in it, just so we knew what it smelled like, knew the consequences of letting it into our systems.