My Holy Weapon Novels & Stories

Miles heaved a sigh. “Of course not. “After all, the Council of Myth specializes in hidden weapons, not martial arts. “That said, I can let you in on a secret. “The Royal Flush can break through any Gods of War’s defenses. “You may seem impressive, but you can only die if you’re targeted by the Royal Flush anyway.” Harvey’s expression remained unchanged. “You’re threatening me with a hidden weapon? “Are you stupid?” Miles let out another sigh. “I know that many people don’t believe us.

Of course, he did not forget to include the part where he killed many of the masters from the Hall of Divine Royal. “Father, this is for you!” Fane chuckled. “The weapon that once belonged to the Hall Master of the Hall of Divine Royal is an ultimate-grade spiritual tool!” Fane smiled as he took the weapon that once belonged to the Hall Master of the Hall of Divine Royal and passed it to his father.

“Considering that one half of this soul belongs to me, I’m sure my actions won’t contravene any handbooks.” “But you’ll lose thousands of souls forever,” I blurted. Hades raised a hand, and I flinched. Instead of lashing out at me, he materialized one of our golden guns. “My weapon smith just completed his analysis on this intriguing object,” he said, his voice giddy with triumph. “Did you know that the revolver itself isn’t anything special, but its ammunition was fashioned by the Opener of the Way?” My jaw tightened. This wasn’t news to me.

He nodded and pulled out a flaming sword from a sheath attached to his back. "What is that?" He grinned and told me it was Lucifer's sword. "It's an angel killer that should work on Anna." "Nice, good luck," I said sincerely and watched him run out toward Anna. I continued my search for Noah and when I exhaled and saw my breath I knew I was close. "Noah, come to me you sexy fucker," I purred, knowing that he thought with his tiny head. I felt the cold wisp of wind and the claws wrap around my neck as I was pushed up against a tree trunk. Noah glared at me with blood-red eyes.

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

“Then why the hell did you dodge the spray the last time I--?” “Sunlight is of nature and the primordial earth. Holy water is a substance of ritual and superstition, the same as your silver stakes and consecrated bullets. Such anointed weapons repel all creatures seen as ‘damned’, even a fallen saint such as myself. If you had a whole baptism font of this stuff, I would most assuredly shrivel away to nothing being plunged into the depths. This little an amount will just burn something fierce however, which is why I entrust it…” He walks up to the headboard and folds the corked bottle right into my palm. “to you.”

A deeper voice responding controlled, measured, familiar in a way that made her skin prickle. She descended the stairs, Catherine trailing behind. The living room smelled like cinnamon and pine. Her father stood by the fireplace, gesturing enthusiastically. And beside him— Oh. Nelson Ward had aged like expensive whiskey sharp and intoxicating. The dark hair was threaded with silver now, his face leaner, harder. He wore dark jeans and a charcoal sweater that emphasized broad shoulders and strong forearms. But it was his eyes that stopped her breath—piercing, ancient, haunted. Those eyes found her on the stairs.

His speed and weapon does say it, pero alam kong alam ni Zen that his dagger wouldn’t really create an opening against a holy sword. In order to hide vibe of that blessed sword Zen was using, I used Droon’s ability to eat a part of it. The bald man was probably thinking that I would devour the spiritually of his sword kaya he didn’t tried to activate it, making Zen’s sword’s presence undetectable. Holy swords can always sense whenever a person or a thing have spirituality, yan ang sabi ni Professor James sa amin. Thanks to him I got an idea. The heretic tensed his forearm muscles and propelled his sword forward, thus, making Zen step back because of the sudden force. He had no choice but to

Lukas was skeptical if it would work on Demons. It better be. "Heavenly Father, bless us our weapon in this time of need, that our enemies would fall before us. Enemies that only you and your angels could kill." He began. "Like how you bestow upon Saint Michael his sword, may You too bestow upon us the blessing to destroy evil with this weapon. Amen." He grabbed a belt of bullets and fed it inside the M-60. He went to the sidearms area, prayed the same blessings, and loaded the Colt .45 with a magazine. He retrieved a holster nearby and attached it to his leg.

The weapon has long been destroyed and forgotten by everyone. “Once, I heard a king from heaven was hit by this weapon. The son took pains to descend to Earth to find an antidote to awaken his father. He was looking for Hollymere grapes. With a special spell, the grape turned to wine and could make the eternal sleep weapon out of the victim’s body.” “Hollymere Wine?” Queenie asked in confusion. Bright River Kingdom was a wealthy kingdom and easy to find vineyards. But the kind of grape that Argo mentioned was Queenie’s first time hearing.