Oc Weapon Ideas Novels & Stories

Later, she and I would work together to devise some kind of protective measures, barriers, anything to keep the creature from slipping its way back in. Gambit leaned back in her chair, arms crossed and eyes glinting with something dangerously close to excitement. “I’ll work on a type of light gun,” she said, voice calm but firm. “Something that can punch through their bullshit, force them to show themselves.” She smirked faintly, though there was no humor in her eyes. “Think of it like an updated version of rock, paper, scissors. Except ours shoots concentrated sunlight.” It should’ve been funny, but all it did was twist my stomach tighter. We didn’t just have Samuel to worry about anymore.

He looked like devil in uniform—unrealistically broad, calm, dangerous in a way that made the mounted lions in the hunting room look like playful kittens. Weapons were next. He laid them out on the well-lived oak table as if we were playing cards: Glock 17, black polymer, grip rough enough to sandpaper fingerprints. Heckler & Koch MP5, compact, folding stock, whisper suppressor already mounted. Ka-Bar knives, edges blackened, sheaths worn smooth from too many last resorts. A pouch of grenades that looked like toys until you imagined your lungs shredded across a wall. I ran a finger along the Glock’s slide. It was cold, simple and honest. Tools of death are always more honest than the mouths

I said to Mateo and I heard thundering footsteps and soon, Blaine, Marvis and a few of the guards came down. I fingered the shackles they had fashioned into a handcuff. "Styrodian and magic and no key holes. Bitches!” I grumbled in anger. Orna knew I could open anything with a key hole, without the keys. I dumped the contents of the backpack down and there were a lot of tools, but nothing would cut through the Styrodian. “So about this burning the building down, do you know anything else?” I asked Owen. I still couldn’t believe I almost lost him.

From there, he removed a matte black object, elegant and modern. He turned and held the object out to her. “Use this from now on.” Helena stopped whining instantly. Her eyes, previously filled with crocodile tears, sparkled as she focused on what he was offering her. “This is...” She took the weapon reverently. It was no ordinary piece. It was compact, lightweight, made of high-density polymer and carbon fiber. The design was ergonomic, perfect for a woman's hand, but it exuded a silent lethality. There was no manufacturer's mark, just a laser-engraved serial number.

Shortly, all kinds of medical equipment roared to life as Oskar picked up his scalpel and got to work. However, Yvonne's condition was extremely critical. The Royal Flush was a weapon meant to kill. According to legends, they could even be used to kill a True Warrior without raising any alarms. The reason the woman used this weapon was so she could kill Harvey in one single attempt. However, she did not expect Yvonne to shield Harvey from the shot. It was also thanks to Harvey that Yvonne did not fall unconscious, as he could use his life energy to buy Yvonne some time.

"I finished this weapon a long time ago, but I always lost the right time to explain it to you." "This weapon is a combination of a crossbow, a bomb, and a bit of magic. The crossbow itself is a weapon that is not difficult to use for beginners, so I chose it. On the arrow, I designed the tip to be spherical instead of pointed. There I placed a small bomb design that I gave a little touch of magic to." "Once the arrow hits the enemy, the bomb on the arrow will explode. The fire generated from the bomb will quickly spread around and be difficult to extinguish for several hours, thanks to the magic in the bomb mixture."

Something’s different. The bot’s bio-organic innards open up, and from inside its gelatinous body, it ejects weapons. A small, but formidable stash. A lock-pick set, a few compact knives, and something that looks like a small explosive device. This is it. The distraction worked. With the tools in my hands, I slip into action. I know this is my only shot, and I’m not going to waste it. The Neurovores will never expect me to fight back like this, and that’s exactly how I’m going to take advantage of it.

he said which brought a smile to my face. “I will dad.” Beep. He ended the call. I needed more weapons because all I had was a pistol and a two edged knife. Owen had an armory in this study. Don't ask me how I knew — I was that smart. I walked to one of the bookshelves in the room, and removed a book, the shelf clicked and moved sideways giving me an entrance. It was evident that Owen would have somewhere like this. He was a Winter and they dealt with a lot of weapons though mostly guns.

She made sure to make Anti- Dope for each one just in case. Afterward, Zara made a longbow and arrow. She also made a few throwing knives, axes, and Spears. Then Zara costed the poison on the weapon within a few hours. They had five axes, two longbows with twenty arrows, and ten spears with poison. She tried a Leaf on the ends of the weapon. It was color-coded. Black- Kill Blue- Sleep Orange- Paralyzing Ondo and Zara didn't have any protected gear to fight off enemies. She decides to make some Temporary Armor for him.

Chris grunted. Ignoring Chris's whining, "I know where our stolen shipments are." "What, how?" He put a long silver case on the table. Inside the case were various weapons intricately designed. "I take pride in introducing something revolutionary for the Crimson Clan, Gen-CW01. Genetically coded weapons developed by yours truly. These are prototypes but efficient nevertheless." We were in awe. "When did you have time to do this?" "Come on, it's me you're talking to. Nothing can get in my way when I set my mind on something."