New Weapons Deepwoken Novels & Stories

“Some sort of weapon. We picked this off one of the Domineers at the Iron Furnace. I think they use it as a ranged weapon.” “Yeah, you’re right,” Alex agreed, stepping forward to pick up the weapon. “It definitely resembles a gun.” The word almost reverberated throughout the room. “What’s a gun?” Rowan asked, sounding afraid of it already. “It’s a deadly weapon from the Outside,” Delmar answered. “Consider it a highly advanced bow,” Alex added to help her better understand. “The Domineers are getting craftier,” Malachai cut in. “During the escape at the Iron Furnace, Zak was shot by one of these things. I watched it, and he was hit multiple times at once by arrowhead projectiles.”

Convel’s POV This is the day every werewolf in our pack is waiting for; the festival of the red blood moon that only happens once every 10 years. Blood moon appears to be the werewolves’ source of strength during the great war centuries ago. “Convel!” I follow the voice, and it leads me to one of our dungeon guards. “Do we have any problem?” I take a quick look at the entrance of the dungeon, worrying if something happened. “Nothing happened, but the prisoner screamed so loud last night.”

I said. Meridia and I turned around to see undead inklings walking towards us “Fragmenters, undead remnants of Shattered Inkopolis” I said as I grab a fused weapon of the X-Blade from Kingdom Hearts and Dawnbreaker from Elder Scrolls B: Skyrim known as the Blade of Dawn. I look at Meridia holding her beacon filled with her light “let’s deal with these Fragmenters first before we continue” I said.

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, she was done. The fight had ended. Timmy Stormblood (two hundred thousand perus) had defeated Deputy Officer Eithne Short-eye (two hundred thousand perus). ... Billy Drakens reached for his swords, Gravemaker and Ritual Warblade. Opposite him was the Deputy Officer Lothar Sun. Bill Drakens was an occasional dual blade weilder, his two swords were both cursed blades. Cursed weapons were told to harbour demons within them, or at least that was what the rumors told.

I asked, leaning in. "I did a little research regarding those Ferals," he explained, "There are specialized weapons that could deliver fatal blows more effectively. Our warriors are strong, no doubt, but facing Ferals with just claws and fangs is suicide. So these weapons," he said, pointing to the illustrations on the page, "are modern, and are specialized with silver rounds cured with wolfsbane. They've proven to weaken a Feral on the first shot and kill it with at least five. We'd also need better communication devices, upgraded surveillance systems, and custom sodium chloride-tipped bolts. They're effective against both Gravokes and Ferals, and easy to train with." I nodded slowly, impre

Kael commanded, his voice sounding thin without the Alpha's roar. "No," Elara said, her eyes wide with terror but her jaw set. "If the Anchor is gone, we don't fight as shifters. We fight as a pack." The first boarding pod slammed into the deck of the Aegir’s Wake. The doors hissed open, and six soldiers in "Null-Suits"—heavy, lead-lined armor—stepped out, carrying electrified batons and sonic rifles. The Deep-Sea Counter-Signal

Ben Carter stared in horror at the horde rushing towards them like zombies outside the window. “Jack!” Aria suddenly screamed, “Right! Three o’clock! High energy! It’s the Council’s ‘puppet’!” A group of men in black, blending into the National Guard, ignored the chaotic gangsters, moving with ghostly speed, raising a specially made weapon that gleamed with silver light! “It’s ‘Aconite’ poison gas and ‘Silver Core’ armor-piercing rounds!” Jack instantly recognized the weapons; they were specifically designed for hunting werewolves!

Namir purred shyly, trying to cover his body with his hands. I lent him the cloak that Amaris gave me. "Use this in the meantime." "Thank you, princess Nemiah." He quickly took the cloak from my hand and put it on. "How about that?" He asked. "Much better." Druji answered. "So. We just discovered something about that mark on your hand. It can purify something like what it did to Druji, maybe that's the weapon you can use to defeat Dubheasa. You can instantly take away all her powers!" Queen Morrigan pondered with enthusiasm.

“Do you have the report?” He nodded, handing over his iPad with the data taken from the ambush. “They used advanced weaponry that we have in the testing phase along with two new creations, which malfunctioned. The Rebel’s Creed has access to advanced technology, otherwise they wouldn’t have been able to create these weapons.” Christian explained, frustrated. Bjorn has access to advanced technology; they even have weapons that we were still testing. My eyebrows drew together, “Check the warehouse, I want every document regarding the supply.” I ordered.

Venom closed his eyes for a brief moment and when he opened them again, they were filled with lethal purpose. “Change of plans,” He said, “We're not running anymore.” Ghost raised an eyebrow, “Boss?” “They want a war? Let's give them one they’ll not forget in a hurry,” He opened the truck’s rear doors and began pulling out the heaviest weapons they had brought. There were military grade assault rifles, grenades, even a rocket launcher godfather Marco had insisted they packed, ‘just in case.’ “Reaper, stalker, can you hold your position?” he asked into his mouthpiece.