Remnant 2 Double Barrel Novels & Stories

He retracted the dirk, tucked his chin, and braced for impact. He hit the stone balcony with the force of a meteor. The impact shattered the balustrade and sent a spiderweb of cracks through the floor. Victor rolled, the momentum carrying him through a set of heavy oak doors into the Spire’s armory. He didn't stop to check for broken ribs; he knew they were there. He only cared about the shadows moving in the periphery. The Remnants The Architect was dead, but his "Sentinels"—automated husks of armor fueled by residual mana—were still programmed for one task: termination.

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.

"It makes the lead ball rattle as it leaves the weapon. It is inaccurate past fifty yards." Cord held up the weapon. "I ordered the smiths in Iron Crest to carve spiral grooves into the interior of this barrel," Cord said. "It forces the lead to spin. It stabilizes the trajectory." He looked at Torath, who was still in his wolf form, his chest heaving. "That was two hundred yards, Torath," Cord said flatly. "If I had aimed at you, that lead would have entered your skull, shattered your spine, and exited through your flank before you even heard the sound of the powder igniting."

My dead arm dragged behind me—a senseless slab of necrotic ruin. “I know,” I whispered. The words tasted like copper rust. “But they’re not taking you. Not today.” Ryan’s voice cut through the static—low, cracked, almost pleading. “Phoenix… the loyal faction just went live. They’re countering the remnant broadcast. It’s splitting the feed in real time.” The slate flared brighter. Two faces appeared side by side—loyal Alpha on the left, calm, reverent; remnant Alpha on the right, eyes burning.

I tried to smile back, but my face felt stiff, like dried clay ready to crack. "Polycarbonate base," he said, pointing to the parts. "Silver coating. Sealed in epoxy. It’s built to last and look good doing it." I ran my finger over the cool metal of the barrel. Edryx stood a little taller, his eyes locked on my hand. "It’s beautiful," I whispered. "That’s the Silencer," he said. He looked between me and Ravenna, then focused on me again. "It’s the first one with our new tech. It’s light and small—perfect for a woman's grip—but it’s deadly accurate."

All for beings who would judge him. "Is this the answer you sought?" The Arbiter considered the question carefully. "It is... an answer. But the second question remains unfinished." She raised one hand, and the observation array focused on the Remnant commander's vessel. "We shall see what happens when sacrifice becomes complete." Jack tore through the seventh Remnant ship's weapons array, his golden claws shredding targeting systems and power conduits. He couldn't destroy the vessels—they were simply too large, too heavily armored. But he could hurt them. Blind them. Buy time for the Old Ones to prepare whatever defenses they had.

Baraka’s head snapped up. At the far end of the corridor, where the path led deeper into the bunker, a section of the ceiling slid open. With a mechanical whine, a heavy, automated sentry turret dropped down on a swivel mount. It was an ugly, brutal piece of pre-Starfall technology—a twin-barreled, high-caliber machine gun equipped with an archaic thermal targeting laser. A bright red laser beam cut through the lingering dust, painting a glowing dot squarely on Baraka’s chest.

The weight of the vintage kinetic revolver in Kabir’s hand changed the entire dynamic of the room. It wasn't an ordinary weapon; the barrel was engraved with intricate geometric runes that channeled the ambient chronal radiation of the room, making the metal cold to the touch and hum with a low, deadly vibration. He handed the second revolver to Marcus, who took it with the practiced ease of a veteran soldier, while keeping the third strapped to his own tactical belt.

Experts at combat, weapons, and bombs. Palace Blue, a huge mansion guarded by thirty armies. Five on the balcony, arm by an M16. Three in each five windows, arm by VCS and two in every five doors, arm with 12gauge Revolver Shotgun. The last five are guarding his door. Each arm with a V19 pistol. Got 45 P22, in my sleeve and DS-AR rifle with 2x scope.

David was saying something only he could understand; everyone left. “1st brother, I think I need to take something from you” David looked at Derek. Derek’s lips hooked into an enchanting smile before he looked at his man “take everything here.” Soon his man came back with the weapon. F2000 is a fully automatic rifle with a large magazine in it. It has a removable handguard in front of the trigger. Its range is 500m with an effective caliber of 5.56mm. The most interesting thing is that it can make 850 rounds in a minute.