Remnant 2 Double Barrel Novels & Stories

"My arm is already a conductor, Maya. I’m already halfway to being a machine. If anyone can survive the surge, it’s me. Besides, I’m the one who let Thorne get the credentials. This is my debt to pay." ​The Final Preparation ​The rest of the night was spent in a feverish blur of tactical planning. Silas’s "Remnant" arrived an hour later, twelve battle-hardened wolves who looked like ghosts in the mist. They brought crates of analog weapons, cold-weather gear, and a sense of grim purpose that the triplets desperately needed.

When he saw that Ling Yingxuan was holding the Barrett with one hand, his heart suddenly sank! Barrett, heavy CPUR, a main sniper rifle, 12.7 mm in caliber, with a range of 7.6 meters. The overlord of sniper rifles! Very few people held a Barrett with one hand! Especially a woman! "Sorry, I let you down, I am not dead!”

Lisa smiled brightly when she got the order from the control room, "Implement plan burn and destroy." The troops below her all screamed in excitement, the sky lip up as mana weapons got pulled out of their sheaths and activated in a glow of mana. The roars and squeals of remnant spirits matched those of the energy beast horde. A massive slaughter took place as a horde of Thorium Relm remnant spirits rampaged in a horde of platinum and gold ranks. Lisa and her raid team stood in the air above the battlefield, watching with wide eyes for any changes.

Inside: two compact pistols, spare magazines, zip ties, a roll of duct tape and a slim metal case that opened to reveal four small remote-controlled vibrating bullets, each one trailing a thin wire and a tiny blinking receiver. He handed one to Alex. “You plant these on their sentries. Quiet takedowns. Once they’re down, we move in.” Jenna stared at the remaining two bullets. “And these?” Dean met her eyes. “You’re wearing one in your cunt and one in your ass. If things go sideways, if they get their hands on you, the remotes are keyed to my phone. One tap and you light up like a fucking Christmas tree. Pain, pleasure and distraction. Enough to buy us seconds.”

His brows arched a bit before he gave me a curt nod. On the count of three, we both charged at each other. As expected, he tackled me to the ground and I rolled over him. He tried to launch a blow at my rib but I dodged him. I pushed him off me and he slowly rose to his feet, anger simmering beneath his gaze. He was the warrior that had always been since Alec’s father's reign. This man, Rein, was the security that this pack needed. Was it the computer hack or the fighting ability, he possessed it.

My hands itched where they lay by my side and I gave myself a smack mentally. Focus Ava! "Let's say I agree to this deal of yours," I said, trying not to give in to the urge to tremble under their intense gazes. Everyone feared the Silvermore brothers. They were a deadly duo who were said to decide who lived and who didn't in an instant. There was a rumor that the brothers had taken down Silvermore's fourteenth village, Fang, in battle and they had been barely fifteen at that time. Now though, staring at the older virile males before me, feeling their domineering aura press down like the weight of a freaking mountain, it was easy to see how they had done so.

How could he forget his boss's schedule for this evening? Taking only five minutes, Andrew finished his shower. He tossed the towel he had used onto the bed and headed towards the walk-in closet. Quickly, he put on his clothes, combed his hair, and sprayed perfume on his body. Andrew didn't forget to grab one of his favorite weapons, a Colt 1911, kept beneath the vanity table. The legendary handheld firearm, created by John Moses Browning, had a double-stacked (zig-zag) ammunition arrangement, with a magazine that could hold up to 14 .45 ACP caliber bullets. This small-sized firearm was a favorite among intelligence agents like Andrew. After ensuring the ammunition was full, Andrew tucked it

“Then we go.” Leo’s gaze flicked to him. “You’ll keep up?” The corner of Rem’s mouth quirked — a shadow of the smile Leo once knew so well. “Watch me.” They joined the second wave, storming through the shattered gates as Kane’s fury unleashed. Gunfire split the night, grenades shook the compound, men screamed as steel clashed and bullets ripped through flesh. Rem fought like a man possessed, his blade swift, his movements merciless. Leo stayed close, covering his back, their rhythm too natural, too practiced — the muscle memory of old lovers fighting side by side.

she said softly, eyes locked on mine. “Like who?” I asked. “The one before. The one they erased. But the soul never lies.” A chill crawled down my spine. “I… I don’t think I know you.” She smiled then, a sad curve of lips. “No. But I know you. You’re one of us, No you are better.” I tilted my head. “One of who?” She leaned closer, voice a whisper. “One of the Remnants. One of the earthly Gods One of—”

On my eighteenth birthday, the High King summoned the heirs of the four great clans—the Vampires, the Werewolves, the High Serpent Clan, and the Merfolk. He laid their portraits before me and said, "Choose one to be your bondmate." I did not hesitate. I pointed to Damon—the werewolf with no noble bloodline, born in a forgotten corner of the realm. The entire court erupted in disbelief.