Squad Saber Vs Squad Venom Novels & Stories

They worked on opposite sides of the tent, pointedly ignoring each other. Until a kid asked, “Which is better? Bows or swords?” “Bows,” Séverin said immediately. “Swords,” Andor said at the same time. The kid looked between them. “But which one?” “Bows are more practical,” Séverin said. “Range, accuracy, doesn’t require you to get close to your enemy.” “Swords are more reliable,” Andor countered. “Don’t run out of arrows. Don’t snap if you drop them.”

The new beast controlling of Emmett Breathnach was much stronger than the Mountain Shield Turtle and Steelback Gopher he had controlled before, both in terms of species and grade. "Golden-armored Blood Saber Leopard, don't let that guy run away." Emmett Breathnach snorted and ordered. The Golden-armored Blood Saber Leopard immediately shot out like a sharp golden arrow. The next moment, not far from the crowd, there was a heart-wrenching scream, and at the same time, a large wave of blood rose to the sky.

“Kevlar threaded with obsidian and moonstone. It won't stop a direct silver bullet, but it’ll slow it down enough for your healing to keep up.” “I’ll take it.” I also picked out a military-grade semi-automatic rifle with a modified long barrel and a scope. “Standard ammunition,” I told him. “I’m hunting humans tonight.” “And that.” I pointed to a retractable silver sword on the wall. The blade gleamed wickedly, etched with pulsing runes. Viktor whistled. “The Nightfang blade. Enchanted silver—cuts through supernatural flesh like butter. Twelve thousand.” “Sold.” I walked out with a duffel bag full of gear. If Tulcero wanted a war, I’d give them one they’d never forget.

Worse, their ammunition was state-of-the-art: custom-forged rounds with a silver-plated core, designed to inflict maximum damage on a werewolf's regenerative abilities. In one particularly vicious skirmish in a desolate warehouse district, Marcus’s squad was pinned down. The Iron Claw warriors moved with tactical precision, using flash-bangs and coordinated fire, fighting more like a special forces unit than a werewolf pack. Marcus took a silver-plated round to the shoulder, the wound burning with an unnatural cold that his healing factor struggled to overcome. He managed to lead his team to a successful retreat, but they were battered and, for the first time, outmaneuvered.

These were only the first four, the drone had sighted at least twelve. “H-6 to your front!” Frank’s warnings comes in just in time, as a squad of armed guards barge into the room in a disturbingly calculated tactical maneuver, clearing corners and their weapons directed at the Arbiters. H-6’s visor gave him the stats before his eyes could even process them; just like the earlier catch, they carried pulse fire SMG’s meant to disintegrate upon impact, perfect for use in areas surrounded with extremely volatile substances, and combat body armor ideal for close quarters.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

He asked this question quite slowly but lethally that was burning my heart. Just like I expected, he is not the person I saw years ago. His years are dark just like his soul. Venom was filling up inside me just by looking at his face. After what he had done, I want him gone. "Definitely better than you Azvameth," I replied but he kept smirking.

There was just something about him I couldn't pinpoint. Something scary. Something magnetic. Did I see him somewhere before? He is a Victor.... Did I see him on TV? Or maybe I was not a weak person, but, his look screamed crazy. I let out a shuddered breath that I didn't realize I was holding. There was just something about how he looked at me. It was, as if, he wanted to burn everything down. It made me suspect that he was one of those men. The men who liked to watch the world burn.

I ask, even though I know he's adamant about picking it. The room falls silent, and once again, all eyes are on me. The guy blushes but nods his head. Careful not to startle anyone, I stand up and tilt my head. "One thing you need to understand is that Invictus is full of Elites, ancient vampires, to put it more simply. They're fast, efficient and deadly. That spear is one of the heaviest weapons in this room, and although everyone here can see how skilled you are, you're still a bit too slow to use it against those vampires. You're risking your life, and something tells me your Alpha wouldn't be happy about losing a brilliant warrior. Choose something smaller and sharp but easy to navigate

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.