Olympians Weapon Novels & Stories

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.

Cleopatra, on the other hand, was convinced there was something wrong with the omega Freya. “Hercules told me you have good eyes for weapons. He showed me the knife you picked out, and I was impressed.” Cleopatra began, taking out something from her drawer. She pushed the files on her table aside and dropped what she held. It was a camouflage weapon holder. She spread it open to reveal tons of weapons. Freya raised a brow when she saw this. “You called me to help you choose a weapon?” “Exactly.” Cleopatra nodded, placing her hand on the table. “Hercules usually helps me, but he's been busy these days, so I thought you could help me.”

Beads of sweat formed on my brow, the physical exertion mingling with the fire of determination burning within me. I shifted from one weapon to another, exploring the nuances of each. The axe became an extension of my arm, its weight grounding me as I unleashed powerful strikes. The spear transformed into an instrument of precision, its long reach allowing me to keep my opponents at bay. With each weapon, I delved deeper into its intricacies, unlocking the secrets it held, pushing myself to master its art.

Ricardo completed the thought process behind her, "it's safe to assume that they have someone in Olympus too keeping an eye on your progress to recover the weapon." Dennis didn't take the accusation lightly at all as he stood up immediately to refute it in anger. "All due respect Mr. DiSanto but Olympus isn't Os Buscadores or a weapon smuggling ring," he said. "Every operative you find here is loyal." "That was what I thought about my colleagues too before they tried to kill me twice," Ricardo returned, daring him with a look to counter it again. Dennis met Ricardo's look head-on and the both of them stared one another down in some sort of mental wrestling match that always seemed to happen

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.

A moment after, he stopped and pointed at the page. “These are the three legendary weapons given by the gods after the war,” Jade said as he let Arth see the page. A huge triangle had been drawn at the center of the page. In each point of the triangle was a Power Crystal together with the weapons Jade had mentioned; a long golden spear, a black hammer, and a blue sword. “That … is … incredible,” Arth said, emphasizing each word. “What’s this spear?”

More males made their pick from the other Omegas while the spectators placed their best bets on who would make it back alive, who would be captured and by whom, who would die…dear goddess, it was a sick scene that had me holding on to myself dearly because that was the only thing I had in their moment. I shouldn’t but I did. I watched each of the hunters wielding weapons. Sharp daggers that glinted under the bright moon light that flooded the roofless arena, Guns in all shape and sizes that either carried bullets or silver balls—a horrible weakness of wolves—to pelt the skin of their preys, bows and arrows like this was a scene from a medieval movie and other deadly weapons designed for the

“So, here are the rules, warriors. You can use any weapon you like. There’s just that little twist this year. When your name is called, you get your neck and go up on that ring.” We all looked at the ring that was already set up outside as well as different weapons that were arranged nearby. There were super guns. Yes, high-tech ones that could maim someone permanently. There were others that were not guns. Yes, I meant that blade family and others. They were short and long, with varied designs, sizes and weights.

I ask as the warriors walk away to say goodbye to their families. "What happened to your two-hour training session?" Osiris retorts. "Talk to Cordelia about that," I grumble. "Did you hone your powers?" Osiris asks me. "I would feel more comfortable with a gun and a few knives," I admit. "Then let's go get you strapped," Osiris laughs. By the time I get done picking out my weapons for the battle, the hour is almost up. I have two handguns strapped to each leg and several knives hidden on different body parts. All of the knives have silver blades because I know I will have to take down a few royal guards.

“You can choose whatever material you want to fight each other,” the matriarch declared, her voice echoing through the arena like a spell cast over the room. She stood with her arms outstretched, as if offering them a divine gift—freedom to choose their own destruction. Without hesitation, Dorian moved. His eyes locked onto a long, curved blade resting among the scattered weapons on the ground—a katana. He stepped forward, the steel whispering as he lifted it into his hands. The weight was perfect. Balanced. Silent. Deadly.