Oc Weapon Ideas Novels & Stories

Oliver came to a stop where several Changelings were mulling about gathering stuff from large trunks. “We managed to snag all this and then some from Senko’s base of operations.” Oliver walks over to one of the trunks and lifts the lid, pulling out a crossbow and several arrows. “These would suit you better.” Loading the weapon, Oliver aims it at the wall, “Clear!” He shouts before firing. An arrow whizzes across the room, the point digging into the plaster wall and sparking with electricity. “Well, shit,” I say impressed. “We have been trying to recreate these weapons for years but could never get them to work past one use.” I pull the arrow from the wall and begin to inspect it.

All what he had learnt from his father’s notes, all what he had thought himself would finally show. He got his device and filled it with a total of five bottles. “What do they do?” Karou asked. “I specialize in all types of poisons and toxins. You can’t have that in a real gun so I had to manufacture my own kind of weapons”. “Looks fancy” Megumi said. The needle came out and he pierced the first guy in the neck and went over to rest. Needles changed of course. He was in a gang, his sense of hygiene didn’t have to go with it. He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose.

Bright shifted uncomfortably, looking away. “And you,” Kunle continued, turning to Ojo, “didn’t you run out of the pool screaming that he was a demon?” He chuckled. “I figured it was time to have a little backup plan. If he really is using something, then I’ll have my own weapon ready when the time comes.” A thick silence fell over the group. Bright exhaled sharply. “Okay, I see your point. But how exactly do you plan on using this? It’s powder. Won’t it just dissolve in the water?”

A large number lost their lives as the warriors descended upon jo-Asembo and drove them away from Akado. "That attack on our own blood was unnecessary...um... the blue-eyed planned for it," Osayo thought out aloud. He believed the Blue-eyed must have choreographed the blood and thunder fight between the two chiefdoms because it did not take too long before they entered the war in defense of Odera's territory. They came with a stranger weapon though, a weapon that no one had ever seen before. People said it resembled the thigh of a cow and sparked fire when touched. The great wonder was that when pointed at someone, the weapon released a gizmo along with flakes of fire that struck the target

“The elders want a test of intelligence? Strategy? Let’s give them something they’ve never seen.” She crouched beside me, watching as I adjusted the springs on a compact, hand-crafted weapon—a modified pressure-release blade small enough to hide in a boot. “You’re building weapons now?” “No,” I said, turning the bolt with practiced fingers. “I’m building advantages.” Mila gave a low whistle. “You’re more dangerous than you look.” “That’s the point.”

“So, I’ll ask you one more fucking time. What the hell was that weapon?” It was the same weapon they’d used on me. With something that deadly, they could cause real damage. A weapon of that magnitude shouldn’t be in the hands of people like them. “It’s a Fortifier X; instead of bullets, it fires Baneshots.” “Who is the supplier?” “If you want that answer—and the others I’m sure you plan to beat out of me. I need to see the human first.” “Tessa?” “Yes. Tessa. Let’s say we have a lot of catching up to do.”

Owen asked, his eyes searching mine. “We need to be patient, Owen. We’ll let him make his moves, expose himself, and think he’s winning. And then… we’ll strike.” “And what about the arms deal?” Owen pressed. “We can’t just let him get those weapons.” “We won’t,” I assured him. “We have our own contacts within the cartel. We’ll disrupt the deal. We’ll intercept the shipment. We’ll turn his weapons against him.” “How?” “That, Owen, is my little secret,” I said, a glint in my eye. “But trust me, it will be… effective. We just need to be sharp. Now, go dig up as much information as you can about Zeus's moves.”

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

Trigger warning!!! Sensitive content ahead. There wasn’t a point to hide rolling my eyes as I got up and took the note from him. He wanted to be able to press a button and fire guns, smoke bombs and other defensive things. There were multiple portable unitsits for their cars or other vehicles. Lastly, there were hot lasers that activated on movement. “Are you serious?” Looking at him, I wasn’t completely shocked, but I was. “We are wolves.” “We have many designations and this would allow us better security for every place. Plus, having these portable units would allow us to take over their system and use it against them.

She stumbled backward, her boots dragging in the dirt. Through the haze of her failing vision, she looked past Garrett’s shoulder. Ostin was still standing by the vanguard tents. He hadn't moved an inch. He stood there, a dark, satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched her suffer. He had rigged the weapons rack. He knew she would reach for the lighter, iron blades meant for beginners. It was the perfect silent sabotage, an "accident" caused by a rogue substance on a communal weapons rack, impossible to trace directly to him but fully intended to ruin her progress and remind her of her place.