Olympians Weapon Novels & Stories

“What do you mean?” “We’ve been having meetings with Heph to find out what we’re up against if Aphrodite can get through that Beyond thing you were telling us about.” Arnie explains with a concentrated look. “He told us she only has two actual weapons. Power of persuasion and an electrified bullwhip. He made the bullwhip for her as a wedding gift.” “Power of persuasion?” I perk up. “Yeah, it’s not just the power of persuasion over people, though. It’s over anything that has energy.” James adds.

Maybe both? * * * It took them hours. Or so it seemed. Working in silence. Yolanda used a list she’d received. She’d pull the items and adding them to carts. Bringing them forwards. Most of the weapons he could guess at, but others perplexed him. A pair of sheers made of silver. The sheers were for cutting the heads off a creature. But he didn’t know the creature because he didn’t have a hope in hell of pronouncing its name. Another item appeared to be a dart gun. It looked like a standard-issue piece of equipment. “What’s with all these dart guns? They look like they’re changed somehow.”

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

Padma’s words echoed in her mind: “Love is the fiercest weapon.” The first streaks of dawn painted the desert horizon, washing the dunes in soft gold and pink. Jaiyana felt the surge in her chest—the pendant flaring, absorbing the light of the rising sun. Every weapon hummed in harmony with her heartbeat, the Chakram, Vajra Spear, and Trident forming a triad of divine resonance.

She slides her hand to point to her right, where an assortment of equipment is placed. “Can I use my own weapon?” “Do you have a weapon?” I nod and withdraw my knife behind me. Lizzen doesn’t seem impressed, but she gazes at it with curiosity. “That a reinforced bone blade.” She observes before looking up at me. “Are you sure that’s what you want to use? If you are sure, you are no longer allowed to change your weapon during this examination.” “Yes, I am sure.” “Alright. Enter the stadium.” She points to the elevated platform at the center of the ring. I follow her order and begin to climb the stage. My boots make a satisfying thump as I walk, and I stood there awkwardly while waiting for my

Hayley said calmly, "stay behind me." The civilians looked up at her, confused and frightened. At that moment, a group of heavily armored fighters stepped into the arena. Every one of them carried brutal-looking weapons. There were rare weapons like tridents, heavy iron rakes, and long thrusting spears. As soon as they entered, they stared at the young woman holding a blade. Their eyes were like predators sizing up prey. Seeing that their opponent was just a young woman, several of them smirked openly. Just a woman. This would be easy.

The presenter standing behind a podium in a corner of the stage switched on the projector and everyone in the hall could see ten cameras planted to point every single weapon in the glass counter display. Xavier clenched his jaw. He knew it. Izmir was not a small fish in a pond. He was planning to rule the ocean. They had automatic rifles. Hand grenades. Sophisticated revolvers. A huge range of K bars and some switchblades too, that were not for ordinary street junkies. Xavier felt his blood boiling with both anger and excitement to see the staff professionally showing off his very single item, explaining their functionality and range. He knew every bullet was different. While there were some

"He always says people don't recover from those areas. Some of them die instantaneously." Olivia shuddered at those chilly words but she enjoyed watching the guards practice with swords, spears, and arrows, some of which looked incredibly modernized. Titan himself seized an AK-47 shooting his target nine times without missing a beat. "Now that's how you shoot!" he thundered. "Get to it!" Olivia almost found herself clapping at all the distinctive death tactics. She watched Titan take a knife from his back pocket, and throw it right across the field. It lodged straight in the heart of a wooden target.

I couldn't entirely blame her, since it was my fault for even giving her audience. Along with some female warriors, Canary emerged from the training hall that was just next to the training ground. They had some weapons in their hands. I could only recognize two — a nunchucks and a sword. Since I was an omega, I was never involved in any strenuous activities, nor did I know of any weapons used in martial arts. The warriors lined up in warrior formation, while I stood by the sidelines with Sophia and Katniss.

She took a deep breath and opened it gently. Inside the box laid an ornate weapon, no longer than five feet. From a quick look, Cassana could tell the handle was made of obsidian. A fine carving of wreathe with the shape of willow leaves twisted around the handle up to its arms. The upper and lower limbs, made of either holly or cedar, extended out from the handle to form an exquisite symmetrical arc that curved on its ends. A string made of sinew fiber stretched from one groove to the other, pulling the wood into shape, while seemingly emanating an ineffable hum.