My Chemical Romance Conventional Weapons Novels & Stories

Alexander shifted sideways, broad shoulders shielding Vivienne. Rockefeller clapped twice. Cane striking the floor. He slammed three documents onto the black walnut table. “The Regional Biochemical Quarantine Mandate. Signed by the Joint Security Council.” He pressed the seal. “You can buy an air defense net, but humanity’s biochemical red line doesn’t accept currency. Without my signature, one step further, and you declare war on the convention.” Vivienne tilted her head, eyes scanning the infrared locks—she ignored them entirely. Rockefeller lifted a glass of red wine, eyes sharp. “Earlier on the tarmac, you inhaled the vapor from the Zero Chamber leak. Within twelve hours, it will fractur

And I never dirtied my own hands unless it was necessary… or entertaining. I took another slow drag from my cigar and exhaled. “Get to work,” I said quietly. The men scattered like startled insects. I walked deeper into the facility, my polished shoes clicking against the concrete floor. Rows of half-assembled rifles lined one wall. Crates of body armor — lightweight, bullet-resistant, custom-fitted — waited on the other. In the far corner, a small team carefully mixed chemicals that could stop a heart without leaving obvious traces. Everything here served a purpose.

Cooling, sterile air flowed out of the room behind it. We entered, and I stopped breathing. It was an arsenal, the high-quality purifiers of consortium look like children with toy weapons would have left. Slender, matt black rifles hung in rows on the walls. Heavy kinetics jumps rested in brackets, designed to projectile not plasma. “Look at this,” I muttered, took one of the rifles out of the anchorage and wog it in the hands. It was harder than the consortium's energy weapons. I moved

Crates upon crates of rifles, submachine guns, pistols, machine guns, heavy machine guns, and more. Warehouse after warehouse filled with grenades, flashbangs, tear gas canisters, explosives, land mines, and everything else you could imagine. "Ms. Reid, take it all!" "Yeah, let's take every last bit!"

“It belonged to the Order of Thorns. They were exiled decades ago. Disbanded...supposedly.” Mary looked between them. “What did they do?” I spoke, eyes still on the symbol. “They created weapons. Alchemical ones. Bombs, poisons, mind-breakers. That bomb that almost wiped half the pack… it was alchemical. We dismissed it as a black-market item but this...this changes things.” Jerome turned to me. “We can trace this. Only a few have access to that kind of knowledge and material.” Mary nodded, voice softer now. “That’s all I have. I wish it were more.”

“But guns?“ She asked. “You have children in the pack for goddess’s sake! They can get their hands on this and then…“ “That is why Adam is always here,“ Rick replied. “And if he is not, someone else will be,“ he looked at her. “I know the dangers of bringing guns into the pack... but we will need it.“ Anna laughed maniacally. “Our species have survived for centuries. Through the witches' era, the first vampire uprising, and even in the war against the Lycans. We did not have guns or any of these fancy weapons, and yet they survived!“ Rick arranged the weapons and closed the place. “What next?“ Anna asked sarcastically. “You are going to show me a laboratory where you are working on a nuclear

I conceded to his words as he led me to the trunk of the car. There were snipers, different types of revolvers, shotguns and lots more. “You make this?” I asked, watching how he touched the sniper, staring at the letter c engraved on the wooden part of the gun. Anyone could figure that the letter c stands for Connor. “Yeah I do along with bio weapons, it's my trade and it keeps my hospital running. No matter how much I make a profit, I give back to this town and the people because they gave me the expansion I need.” He conveyed his mode of operation.

Mating ritual was a wolfish trait, and Kira was sure many here would be as s*xually aggressive as Dimitri was! “Some use triple layered c*ndoms,” Dr Serena shrugged. “But that is an inconvenience to the male and makes s*x way too less pleasure for the female,” she spoke in an robotic voice. “But most buy this from me.” And she raised the vat of green potion at her. “Okay!” Kira looked alarmed. “Three layered c*ndoms? Are they even available in the market?” “Oh, no,” Dr Serene spoke simply. “You make them?” Kira asked inquisitively.

The first part of some chemicals they were mixing. Multiple beakers were filled with different color liquids. Some where using bunsen burner to heat some of these up. “What is all this?” I asked, in slight horror and in fascination. “Different recipes. This one is the wolfsbane spray we use to quickly suppress the wolf. We also have different poisons and our latest creation…” Alpha Rip put on a glove and picked up what looked like a black bath bomb. “This little bomb will release a deadly toxin into your drinking water. Just drop this in a water tank and the entire city will be dead as soon as their lips touch it.”

It may not be useful against vampires, but those traitor werewolves will surely die after getting shot by my gun. “Arm yourselves, everyone,” I said, kicking the wooden cabin under my seat—a custom design box to keep weapons a secret. I pulled open that box and handed over rifles and pistols to my men. I took one Galatz Sniper rifle myself, loading it with bullets. I got out of the car. My eyes roamed around; no living life was present there. The area had small concrete camps constructed in an appropriate space ratio. Like two camps constructed in the distance of one kilometer, then another. It was like an abandoned area converted into a battlefield of NOX.