Remnant 2 Double Barrel Novels & Stories

Now James Schwartz lay, watching the building, still and unmoving, almost one with the weapon he cradled almost lovingly and blending in with the world around him in such a way, that it was impossible to make out that he was there. Danielle was trying her best not to swear, and Aiyana had her cold gaze fixed on the building, her phone in the bag slung over her back. * Lucien was armed too. Apart from the Glock 22 which he carried around everywhere, he had brought along two of his favourite weapons, the DSR-Precision DSR 50 Sniper Rifle, one of the deadliest guns he had seen and which was his weapon of choice. Being highly adjustable and short in length, it had a holder in the front. From his

“It’s killing without leaving any trace that you were ever there.” The second object was a precision rifle, but unlike anything that had ever existed. Its body was angular, almost geometric, painted in a shade of gray that seemed to shift color depending on the light — a precursor to active camouflage integrated into the weapon’s own structure. The barrel was longer than normal, and at the end, a honeycomb-shaped heat dissipator.

"The Alpha King's personal armory undergoes a full chemical purge every three moons, Commander Whitmore. Since these vaults remain sealed between campaigns, the dust tends to compromise the firing pins." My wolf had been hunting for that machine in his dreams ever since the Blackwell alliance fell apart. Now that I was within breathing distance of the handlebars, my fingers refused to release the grip until Driscoll increased the pressure on my sleeve. Just then, a junior scout hurried past our flank, carrying a large, preserved winter hare toward the storage racks. The specimen was close enough that I could see the thick white fur, the sharp claws, and the deep crimson glass eyes staring st

“That’s a crawler. Those things are lethal.” The men closed in on the creature, trapping it with a metal basin. Rem slid his sword under its body and chopped it cleanly in half before kicking the pieces toward the basin. He then turned to me; his face was pale with anger, though it wasn’t directed at me, it still made me flinch. “This wasn’t an accident,” Rem said, shaking his head and trying to calm himself down. “No,” I whispered. “Someone put it there. There’s no way that I just stumbled into these chambers.”

She caught a spear-thrust on the flat of her blade, redirected the energy into a circular parry, and used the enemy's own momentum to drive his weapon into the chest of his comrade. "Dylan! The eastern barricade is buckling!" she screamed, glancing toward the center. "I see it!" Dylan yelled back. "Axel! Clear the ridge!" High above the plaza, perched on the jagged remains of a clock tower that had lost its face decades ago, Axel sat in total stillness. He was surrounded by boxes of specialized ammunition—heavy, armor-piercing bolts designed for his oversized mechanical crossbow.

His large, calloused fingers clamped onto the barrel of the rifle just as the remnant pulled the trigger. ​BANG. ​The high-impact round discharged directly into the reinforced steel ceiling, raining sparks down onto the platform. Julian didn't flinch. With a brutal, singular twist of his wrists, he snapped the weapon in half, grabbed the Cross remnant by the front of his white uniform, and slammed him face-first into the cold metal control console. ​The manual detonate switch clattered away, sliding across the bloody floor. ​Below them, Vivian ignored the gunfire. She put her entire weight against the rusted iron wheel, her knuckles cracking, her skin tearing against the rough metal until he

If I hesitated that would be my face under those boots. "LUS give me power on the gun system " I commanded, my voice dropping into a dark tone. "Burn through everything, every bullet." ["System alert: Maximum power authorized. Dual barrels operating at eight hundred rounds per minute. Structural integrity of the mounting platform is stable. Engage targets immediately Host."] The black metal cylinder above the gate whirred with a loud scream, its red laser eye glowing bright. The twin barrels turned smoothly locking onto the part of the crowd. I looked at the sea of eyes, the snapping teeth and the gray hands reaching for my home. My mind went quiet. The fear vanished, replaced by a cold surv

'So a 4:9 ratio of A-Type and C-Type flammable feed instead of using C-Type feeds can increase the lethality of my heat blasters by 34%. 'Never knew that psion wave emitters has the same range as a long range molecular destabilizers. That saves a lot of my expense.' 'Damn! I never realized that using a 2-round burst canon has lesser recoil than medium-range Ivory-22.' 'Fuck! I've been doing it wrong this entire time.' 'Customization for standard issue magazine with 30 rounds for plasma rifle! So I have to compromise with weight to get better precision and less recoil.'

He drove the broken obsidian blade into the center of Remnant’s chest—the glowing core where the Archive backup was stored. The explosion was silent. A wave of violet energy rippled outward from the double, washing over the battlefield. The Refurbished warriors didn't die; they simply stopped. They stood like statues, their silver armor turning to dull, rusted iron. Remnant’s face began to pixelate. The perfection faded, revealing a hollow frame of wire and light beneath. "The... the investors... will not be pleased..." Remnant’s voice glitched one last time before his eyes went dark. ---

Each clean shot represented a pack member fighting through pain and weakness to protect their own. The black market arsenal he'd acquired over the years—fifty Barrett M82/M107s, fifty CheyTac M200 Interventions, fifty Accuracy International AX50s, fifty McMillan TAC-50s, and fifty Sako TRG 42s—now proved their worth. Enough firepower to wage a small war, and they were using every bit of it.