Oc Weapon Ideas Novels & Stories

Pov: Aiden. Outskirts of Black Hollow – Aiden’s Camp The compound wasn’t on any map. It was buried in the woods, surrounded by motion sensors and steel gates, humming with power. The inside was cold concrete and sharp light—no warmth, no ceremony. Aiden stood before the table where the weapon lay. It didn’t look like much—just a sleek, silver-edged device the length of a forearm. Smooth. Mechanical. A blend of old blood science and modern precision. Not forged. Engineered. Designed to sever something deeper than flesh.

The Armament testing range hummed with the sharp crack of gunfire, the air thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and metal. Ronan stood at the firing line, ear protection muffling the world to a dull roar, safety goggles shielding his eyes from the flash and debris. His broad shoulders tensed under the black tactical vest, tattoos peeking from the collar as he sighted down the barrel of a sleek prototype assault rifle. The weapon was a beast, compact, lethal, designed for his company's black-market clients who demanded precision in chaos.

They also had matte black circular ear protections and a type of high tech visor on the ears and eyes respectively. The sole survivor was falling back, drawing his silenced pistol while trying to put some distance between us and find Miyako at the same time. Dummy, tomahawks are designed for throwing. A bit of Amazons indignation was behind that toss. His visor was cut in two as my anger drove the blade 6 cm/2+ inches into his skull.

"I mean, can't you buy normal toys? Buying these things easily makes me think that our son is a big-time arms dealer. I heard that the most popular heavy weaponry in the arms market now includes aircraft carriers and military aircraft, which have good sales and high profits. Isn't that right, my precious son?" Mr. Marcus arched an eyebrow and looked at Henry. Henry looked back at him stiffly and weakly retorted, "Mommy, actually...biochemical weapons have the highest profits..." "Shut up!" Mr. Marcus slapped the back of Henry's head, and Henry pouted in distress. He was just refuting his mommy's misconception! Jessica's expression became terrifying. "Hey, if someone bombs our front door one

Now that she was back in my arms, that bastard would do anything to get her back. “Dominique?” Farah said as she knocked on the door to the office. I called Farah over for a quick meeting. I needed new weapons to be tested and a new design for a specific gun. One I would give Allorah. Never in my mind I thought I would request this from her, but I needed it urgently. “Dominique, you called?” Farah said as she walked in and sat on the armchair. “Yes. I need to talk to you about some new weapons,” I said as I took a file out and handed to her, “I need this on a new gun. If you can please make a new design and show it to me by tonight if possible.”

“I want to talk to you about making something. I remember you made a concoction for masking scent. I was wondering if you could make something like pepper spray for werewolves. Maybe for witches and vampires too, but first, let’s focus on werewolves. I’d like to give our warriors nonlethal weapons for crowd control. Do you have any ideas on this front?” Mr. Garrity nodded, thinking. “I can see the wheels turning,” Thea said. “Yes. I have some ideas. I’ll get started right away and come up with some initial mock-ups.” “Excellent. If the warriors have any ideas or requests for delivery or form of weapon, could you work with them to make something functional?” “Absolutely,” Mr. Garrity said. “A

Evan Olson quickly accepted the reality of the impending apocalypse, his mind already consumed with planning for the future. "Okay. I’ve got over ten million here. Let’s go spend it all." On November 27th, Evan Olson and I traveled abroad to stockpile goods. Inside a dimly lit warehouse, the two of us watched as box after box of carefully selected weapons—tactical compound bows, tactical karambits, bayonets, hand grenades, and incendiary bombs—were stacked neatly. Evan Olson repeatedly inspected the blades’ edges and the quality of the firearms. Each cold dagger radiated a lethal sharpness.

The reason of Manganese Arms Manufacture LTD was fairly simple but honestly it was simply outrageous for it to happened. According to T.A.S investigations, Robert Corn and his company has actually made a large breakthrough, on creating a new type of weapons that could potentially changed the world. It was a new type of weapons that doesn’t need to use the current ammunitions, instead it was similar to a science fiction weapons, the plasma firearms, a firearms that shoot a laser instead of leads, This medium sized company were managed to make those Sci-fi weapons into a reality. Then just like in a bad movies, Jonathan Group caught the glimpse of the news, and then started to approached Rober

I was literally shitting bricks, I mean they said I could even die during these things. I held a gun in my hand, and the other stuffed in my boot, both were berreta 89. They were the ones I choose for my first trial out, as they seemed light and Satiny. Just as I said they SEEMED to be light but they weren't in reality. But I liked it anyways. "You nervous?" Oikawa nudged my shoulder while on the lookout for the enemy. "Haha of course not." I replied with sarcasm. I followed behind them as we commenced ahead into the building.

“Touche.” Bjorn leans back into the chair, flipping through familiar pages of my assessment on each weapon. “How is the testing going?” “So far, some have been approved but as I’ve mentioned in the documents, others might have significant backfire from the overload in the crystals. I’ve listed some weapons that should be placed on hold until we further the testing phase.” I elaborated. “I see that.” He mumbled, scanning the large list of weapons. An expert once told me that the perfect lie is constructed from a piece of truth.