Vassal Weapons Novels & Stories

I peeped through the window and noticed some armed guys stationed cardinally around the Manor. What the heck?. Who are these guys?. Definitely not the Vipers!. I thought to myself. They were all dressed like assassins and scattered round the Manor, on their guards and ready to attack, I noticed Bluetooth devices connected to their ears, they are definitely not the vipers, the vipers only use revolver pistols, this guys were heavily loaded and carrying assault rifles and QBZ-95 with 51 callibal rounds of ammunition. Real fear struck me. I looked around the study for any weapons but the place was bare, that's when I remembered the pistol my Mom always kept in the drawer of her vanity table. Ri

Wait, he called that man Cassian… this is the fucking emperor. I grow a bit weary of the situation, and Danika’s senses go on high alert, as I take in as much about their group as I can; I see no women, only men holding their swords up, pointed directly at us. I look closer at the weapons; they are solid obsidian black from the hilt to the tip of the blade, the very long blade. “Shit, Danika, I think those are the void weapons Adelaide talked about.” “I think so too. Be careful Aurora, I sense another witch nearby,” she warns me.

My heart kicked into overdrive and I had to force myself to keep the pace. Yes. We're so close to getting them back, so close to moving on with this case I can almost taste the steel around Mr Tibe’s wrist. We both flanked the door, and taking a deep breath I gave Reed the signal for us to go on three. One. Reed’s hands were steady, probably from the quiet self-reassurance that he was not really shooting to stun or disarm, like we were supposed to. ‘They can't get me if they're dead’, I'd heard him joke.

A surge of determination coursed through her veins, dispelling any lingering doubts. Beverly carefully selected her weapons, each one a symbol of her strength and resilience. Her dual daggers, gleaming in the morning light, were her trusted companions. She strapped them to her waist, ensuring their secure placement. The weight of the blades served as a reminder of the battles she had fought and the battles yet to come.

Elena whispered, her silver blade flashing in the amber light of the enemy fires. From the dark shadows of the ravine trail, twenty black-clad hunters materialized from the fog, their steel plate armor reflecting the eerie, corpse-like glow of the chemical fire. In the center of the line, his silver cloak untouched by the driving sleet, stood Cassian Vale. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin glass vial filled with a silver-veined fluid—the precise extraction compound of the King's blood-smiths.

But it was the lower section of the wardrobe that made her breath hitch. An entire armory was neatly organized inside his personal quarters. Dozens of weapons lay glinting in the dim light of the wardrobe. There were massive broadswords with hilts wrapped in worn leather, heavy war axes designed to cleave through bone, and rows upon rows of lethal, glittering daggers made of blackened steel and silver. Each weapon looked meticulously cared for, the edges honed to a razor-sharp, lethal perfection.

ERIN The weapons cache was hidden beneath a false floor in the easternmost storage building. I stood at the edge of the opened hatch, staring down at the arsenal someone had positioned to be accessible during the summit's final session. Blades. Crossbows. Coiled rope and grappling hooks. Vials of something dark and oily that I didn't want to imagine the purpose of. Enough to arm a small strike force. Enough to turn the crowded gathering hall into a slaughter. "Twelve blades," Connor said, his voice flat as he catalogued the contents. "Four crossbows with bolts pre-poisoned—you can see the coating on the tips. Climbing equipment suitable for scaling the compound's inner walls. And whatever's

She didn’t hesitate as she sank her dagger into his chest, straight through his bone and into his heart. What?! I was stunned by the spontaneousness of it all. What did she have against him? I don't remember them even knowing each other that well. Magnus's eyes widened in shock and recognition as he looked at her then his eyes went lifeless and he collapsed . Vanessa didn’t say a word. She just stood there, breathing heavily, her hands trembling slightly. *** We seized control of the fortress then searched inside where we found a lot of things. There were weapons— more of the strange ones I had seen during the attack. Crates filled with strange blades, black arrows, chains which had dark run

“Your leash is ready Seline. Good day, Sir Jax.” Jax waves a hand, his expression dismissive. She didn’t notice though for she’d already walked away. “Remember Seline, your weapon is seduction. And your armor is being submissive. You won’t play aggressively until the right time comes.” “I’m well aware of that, Jax. I won’t fail you.” He nodded just as two guards came in to escort me into my cage. Guess he doesn’t still trust me well enough to know I won’t run or back out of this last minute.

( He says as he pours himself a glass of red wine) SHIVA : Yeah I guess ( She replies slowly) DRAKE / SHADOW KING : Excalibur, Goliath’s sword, Samson’s Jawbone, Ahab’s arrow, Judah’s scepter, Spirit sword, Shield of faith, trumpet of Jericho and finally one of the stones of Aaron’s ephod. I am quite impressed that the Vatican were able to get their hands on such artefacts during this period or maybe they have had it all along, anyways it doesn’t change anything. We have seen eight of their weapons and now we have to make sure they reveal the nature of the other holy weapons to us, until them we tread slowly ( He explains as the mirror he was watching a few minutes back goes blank. He takes