Scholars Armament Not Working Novels & Stories

Archmaster introduced their weapons to them. On the other side of the stage, Nicanor is seriously looking at a gun that looks like a shot gun. He waved it and pointed it out to the audience. The students watching us were frightened but he did not continue to touch the trigger. As Lotus just stared intently at his knife. It is a dagger with engraved fish scales. The last I noticed was Niklais wearing a black thing on both his arms. They are like iron cannons with a gaping dragon in front of them.

The sea limbs stab into the wooden wall making their way up to the roof. Tegan looks for a moment watching her as a predator does with their prayer. The black ink that coats his right arm and some of the right side of his armor torso starts to boil like acid. He narrow's his eyes at the tendril on the ground and stabs it with his sword, sticking it in the ground. With his left hand, he plunges his gauntlet into the right arm or shoulder. The points of his finger link making a dent but then revealing through the shoulder itself making a screech on metal sound. He tears through the right side of his armor ripping it off and throwing it to the ground. Now his right side is bare, and the tarnish

“Do you think the name Nicastro is just for show? Perhaps the rumors are true—that Arthur and Aron are at odds. But don’t forget, the only reason Aron is still alive is because Arthur allows it. That’s not weakness—it’s family politics. And right now, we need to get to Hilda Alegre. If she’s in danger, we take her.” Aron tossed two rifles toward Khan and Nari. Both women nearly dropped them in surprise. They stood in a room lined wall to wall with weapons of every kind. Khan’s eyes widened as he recognized the make. “This… this is a newly developed rifle.” Aron handed them each a manual. “Study it on the way. These guns are just as dangerous to the wielder as they are to the enemy.” He inspe

he says arrogantly. “Hmmm, okay. I guess that means that all of the aid that my clan provides to yours in no longer needed. I’ll make sure that it is discontinued right away,” Reyes says. The vampire snarls, his fangs coming out aggressively. “Please,” Reyes says, his eyes going red, “I dare you to come at me.” I watch as the other vampire gets ahold of himself, his fangs snapping back into his gums before he turns. “Follow me.”

With my arms crossed, I questioned, "With what?" "With what we’ve got left," Kyle put back. "The base still has enough weapons to carry off a limited EMP attack. It will disable anything that is still active, but it won't completely remove everything. The Group Disbands "Let’s do it," Damien said firmly as he turned to face the armory. "We don’t wait for this to grow into another threat." With her rifle ready, Vanessa said without hesitation, "I'm in." Rook said, "Count me out," and shook his head. "I've fulfilled my obligation. I'm not going into another deathtrap headlong."

The briefing took two hours. Thorne had more on the weapons than she had expected—he had been tracking references to pre-treaty armaments through the intelligence networks he had built from Vorik's information, had noted several mentions that had seemed tangential at the time and were now clearly part of a pattern. He laid it out methodically: what the old wolf war weapons were, what they could do, what the Council's treaty had said about them, and what it meant that at least one pack had apparently not complied with the destruction requirements.

"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

“They cursed the drugs he was selling to improve their addictive properties. He was also not following the rules to keep his existence quiet. He was trying to get the general population to recognize he wasn’t human and that there were many more—nasty piece of work. Can you imagine the panic and lynch mobs that would go on? The crimes against people because they could just because there was no law to fit that situation? I’d just taken on the position as Arms Master, or they probably would have tossed me into the team to hunt his ass down.” “Really? Arms Master?” “Well, I’m sure there’s someone that maintains your weapon stores too. Someone had to do it.” “Are you saying there is an arms depor

He sat upright, “Motherfucker. Recently Cishovotch Pride stole a classified weaponry project in China’s top Weaponry Facility…” Sebastian grimaced. “Ammunition… they’re preparing for war…” His gaze snapped to Armand, “They’re not strong enough to face us with a Leader like Nicole James… but if they found out about their true alpha being alive…and if they made a transaction with the Lion Pride…”

“We’ll bring soldiers, enough to provide backup if things turn bloody in the Capital.” While William and Julie were away, Ingrid worked alongside John in a small workshop lit by steady lanterns. Together they crafted a new prosthetic arm to replace the one he had lost. The design was simple at first glance, crafted to match William’s armor perfectly so the illusion of John’s “death” would hold but John had woven in clever features for the fights ahead. The prosthetic included a compact crossbow mechanism hidden in the forearm. With a quick twist of his wrist, it could launch arrows tipped with small fire bombs. The device was precise, deadly at close range, and completely concealed.