New Weapons Deepwoken Novels & Stories

With a frustrated huff, she lowered her hand. The gavel slammed down. "Sold! To the lady in midnight blue for four million dollars!" Ashton smirked beside me, but his curiosity was evident as he mind linked me. "Why are you buying your own weapons? " he asked through our mind link. "Why not just take them back?" "Patience, love. I want everyone here to know exactly who’s in control tonight. Let them see the price of betrayal and greed." The next weapon was revealed—a crossbow made from darkened iron, designed to fire bolts that dissolved protective wards on impact.

one of the men asked. “We don’t know…” I lied. My plan to find who the snitch was. Was going smoothly. No one but Raphael and Erick knew. We have been tapping phones and Sebastian’s company, but nothing. The only clue we have is from the company employee. “We will keep you updated once we know,” I said as I nodded towards Raphael. “Now we are moving into new weapons. He had five new designs for five unique weapons. One of them made of diamonds,” Raphael said, earning murmurs on the group, “The guns should be ready by end of the week.”

They leaned forward, almost imperceptibly. — “Catalogs that don’t carry the Delyon name.” I continued, my voice low enough to force them to pay attention. — “Swarm drone systems with AI for area suppression. Precision rifles with intelligent subsonic ammunition capable of changing trajectory. Cutting-edge active camouflage technology. Things that make this—” I pointed to the DSR-50 “—look like a medieval crossbow.” The man with the rings whistled softly. — “That sounds… Expensive.”

With a swift movement, I peeled off the carbon fiber mask, taking a deep, ragged breath of the bunker's familiar, ozone-scented air. "Fifty million dollars in military-grade tech, completely stripped from Thorne's primary logistics line," Zero said, stepping out from the halo of his server monitors. A slow, rare smirk touched his lips, though his dark eyes remained intensely focused on me. "The underground boards are melting down, Vesper. Everyone is scrambling to figure out who just cut Malakai Thorne's throat in his own harbor."

Or run? Then Jake remembered Survival Rule #4. [In this world, even common monsters are tough. But every kill drops rich rewards.] With that thought, Jake gritted his teeth and reached for his waist. The hatchet-gun was tucked there—the weapon he'd traded Universal Fuel for earlier. [Name: Hatchet-Gun] [Type: Weapon] [Quality: Common] [Ammo: 3/9] [Description: Melee slashing or ranged shooting. Downside: Massive recoil.] Jake gripped the hatchet-gun's handle. The cold metal against his palm steadied him somewhat.

‘Clever. I walked deeper into the city, awe threading through me despite the caution tightening my spine. Displays lined the streets—open-air markets housed within controlled environments, transparent barriers showcasing weapons in various stages of development. Firearms unlike any I’d seen before. Blades forged from composite metals that caught the light strangely. Energy cells, power cores, construction schematics scrolling in quiet loops. “This is where it all comes from,” I murmured. Kael followed my gaze, his expression shifting from amazement to something closer to understanding. “Weapons. Infrastructure. Tech.”

“A portal to the dead space behind the Veil. If Maxon and the hunters complete the four anchors, they’ll be able to summon the Soulless Weapon.” Her voice broke. “The supernatural weapon capable of exterminating all magical creatures.” No one spoke. There was no need. Somewhere in the world, four points were waiting to awaken. And I, the human marked to close the door, had just realized that I was also the key that could open it.

The next moment, more than twenty of the beast mechs pulled out their weapons. These weapons were pretty advanced. They weren't rifles or machine guns, not even freeze guns or heat guns. They were beam guns. Beam guns have extremely strong penetrating power, and it's like firing a laser. There's no need to fire one shot at a time, just hold the trigger down and the beam will keep blasting continuously. They were like the Death Laser, but the enhanced version. Not in terms of power, of course, but duration. "Windfall, be careful, those things actually pack a punch."

“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.”