Safi'jiiva Weapons Novels & Stories

Sleek rifles, sniper scopes, compact handguns, grenades, and more filled the space with gleaming menace. Again, she momentarily forgot to breath. This wasn’t just a weapons cache—it was a fortress arsenal. “Impressed?” Stefano asked, crossing to a glass case holding two prototype sniper rifles. “This is where I keep my true power. Guns don’t lie. People do.” Serena’s fingers brushed along the grip of a matte-black handgun resting on a velvet-lined shelf. The weight of it in her palm felt familiar. Natural. Stefano noticed. “Careful,” he warned. “That’s a Sig Sauer P365. Modified trigger. Not for decoration.”

Every muscle in my thighs ached from the brutal, territorial way he had fucked me before walking out into the rain with a loaded weapon. I turned my head slowly, my eyes tracking the harsh golden glow of the bedside lamps. Right next to the crystal water glass sat the heavy iron frame of the SIG Sauer. He had left it there like a token of his possessive protection. A reminder that in his world, safety didn't come from locks or laws—it came from lead.

Nikau, Ava, i, and Jake all nodded in response, our expressions determined. "Good," said Inspector Chris. "Now, I'm going to go over the basics of how to use these weapons just in case you need to use them in a tight spot." He demonstrated how to load and fire the gun, and then went over the safety protocols and how to aim and shoot accurately. The team listened carefully, taking in every detail as we prepared for the mission ahead.

"Tonight, I'll kill you and avenge my beloved Aimee." He snapped his fingers, and an aide immediately made a phone call, signaling the beginning of the spectacle. Minutes later, beams of light pierced through the darkness as a convoy of vehicles approached. Felix squinted, estimating that at least a dozen trucks were heading his way. As they got closer, he whistled under his breath and mumbled, "Well, no surprise—this really is a gun-crazy country." The convoy consisted of civilian armored vehicles mounted with heavy machine guns. Dozens of men emerged carrying AK rifles, while others wielded RPG launchers—an intimidating arsenal.

She has to start from scratch. She put all the documents back in the box. She will continue next time. For now, she will prepare to pick up her son from his school. However, one thing is sure the safe box is no longer safe. Ara put back the documents into the safe box, but not the gun. Maybe it is best to carry a weapon. Besides, the firearm she had was easy to carry. She did not examine the gun last night, but now she realizes that the gun was small and easy to carry. If she was not mistaken, the gun is called Sig P365, which was in demand for women because it has a small frame and is easy to carry.

She was there, sword drawn, having reached it by some route none of the rest of us had taken or could explain. The crossbow fired. Safiya deflected the bolt in the air, which I would have said was impossible if I hadn't watched it happen with my own eyes. Then she closed with the attackers and things moved very fast. We stood in the courtyard while the sounds of shouting and metal came from the rooftop above us, and then it went quiet. Safiya appeared at the edge of the roof. "Three," she said. "Two subdued. One ran." "Following?" Louis called up.

March 25, 2005 – 18:00 (Sri Lanka time) “WAIT WHAT? WHERE?” “I’m not sure, probably somewhere in Sri Lanka, as we were at the Wilpattu National Park when we got captured. All I know is that the members captured in South Africa were there to investigate a cell of radicals connected to the mystical djinn weapon plants we destroyed in Greenland in mid-December, and they are being held by elementals. Jorgie Fluk gave them a tip about a weapon trade deal in Sri Lanka, our members sent there didn’t know who he was. We were sent there to check it out, but it turned out to be a trap. I recognized him when they described their informant after we all woke up in cells.”

SASR. Captain Jack McCormack crouched near the open side door, one hand on the frame, the other on the sling of his SIG MCX. Through the haloed glow of the NVGs, the dunes rolled beneath them like the backs of sleeping leviathans. He ran the checklist without looking: suppressor threaded; secondary Glock seated; encrypted comms paired; drone uplinked; beacon off; IR strobe taped. Everything ready. Everything familiar. Everything that had ever mattered to him fit inside the silhouette of his kit.

Johan shouted and threw a smaller sized grenade at Liu Feng, who evaded it. The explosion was small, but it hit Felix, creating a hole beneath the injured man. Johan quickly cut the Seer’s path with a rain of whistling fireworks armed with lithium. It was one of his special inventions, and the flammable projectiles singed one corner of Liu Feng’s sleeve.

The honesty surprised Ava again. Everything about Sofia confused her. She expected jealousy. Anger. Competition. Instead, there was something colder between them. Understanding Two women connected by the same dangerous man. Sofia opened a hidden drawer beneath the counter and pulled out several weapons. Ava stared at the guns nervously. “There’s no way you expect me to use one of those.”“You don’t have a choice anymore.” Ava hated how true that sounded. Sofia placed a smaller handgun on the table. “Safety here. Aim carefully. Don’t hesitate.” Ava didn’t touch it.“I’ve never even held a gun before.”