Vassal Weapons Novels & Stories

He had a knife in one hand and a piece of wood in the other. It brought me great joy to see that. When he noticed, he smiled and I returned it. "Bon, let's spar." Joanna went to her horse and pulled her sword from its covering. Arthur and Lance removed theirs as well. Christopher and I hadn't packed any weapons. As vampires, we didn't have need. Except when I battled the assassins, of course. But when I fought them, the swords just appeared. Along with the swords, I was given special abilities to use them as well. Or maybe they were a part of me. At this point I didn't know where I ended and the quest for the crown pieces began.

Usually, an item was only supposed to possess about one to two functions, and maximum being three which was only ever found in a spirit-grade item. The number of innate functions varied randomly regardless of the weapon’s grade. Weapons were differentiated by their power and not the number of functions which was why a normal grade even when possessing three functions could never best a noble grade possessing only one function. The VR however, was a strange item. Its functions were a total of five! Shocking both Genad and Dina and its abilities were all powerful! If not for its incapability of conjuring a spirit it would have been a spirit-grade item.

It was infused by silversmiths with Fae magic, offering both physical and magical protection. When Avril stood still, her pose made her look like a goddess of war. Her weapon looked similar to a Japanese Naginata. Avril called it a doryphoros with a moonstone blade at one end and a long pole with a moonstone dagger hilt. It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it.

He punched in a code. The panel slid open, revealing an armory. "If you're going to start an inter-dimensional war," Cyprian said, pulling out a high-tech assault rifle and tossing it to Modern Vespera, "don't do it empty-handed." He grabbed a broadsword from the wall and tossed it to Fantasy Vespera. "For the magic one." He tossed a box of ammo to Mafia Vespera. "For the loud one." He tossed a battery pack to Cyberpunk Vespera. "For the robot one."

He could not help but smile. Tsarayu started walking towards the weapons, looking at them one by one. Tsarayu could see that there were many kinds of weapons. There were weapons including swords, blades, saber, ax, staff, spear, there was even a hammer shining brightly. Just as Tsarayu was looking at these weapons and wondering which one to get, he noticed that at the farthest corner of the room, there was a weapon floating there alone. It looked like no other weapon dared to go near it.

the vassal said as he flew down. The vassal landed on Xurden’s front a few inches away, stepping a foot on his face. He was about to kick Xurden when balls of black and white fire came out of nowhere, coming towards them. The balls of fire mixed with each other before hitting the vassal’s side, creating an explosion and thick smoke. Because of this, the vassal jumped back again to avoid any attacks that would happen. As the wind blew, the thick smoke faded away where the two foxes appeared. They both had furs as white as the snow. The only difference the two creatures possessed was the fox on the right had a scar on his right eye.

Heads turned and backed down just as fast. The Viper had arrived. I didn’t wait for pleasantries. “Show me the goods,” I said. A Bratva soldier cracked open a crate. Rows of assault rifles gleamed inside, serials shaved off clean, fresh from the ports. I bent closer, breathing in the faint scent of oil and salt, eyes narrowing. Everything looked perfect. Too perfect. Marcus shifted beside me, hands behind his back, posture a soldier’s calm. “Checks out,” he said.

Are all the weapons stored there? Thirty minutes passed. Malik finally returned with two long-barreled weapons, which Arsenio wanted. "This is the weapon you want. The latest RV 7000 and GM 1000S." Malik put the weapon on the table. Arsenio widened his eyes and nodded slowly then. "Can I touch it?" "Please!" After getting permission, Arsenio touched the two weapons. He stroked it gently, treating the two solid objects like babies. "This is extraordinary. Dad will definitely like it," muttered Arsenio in amazement.

“We have to leave, now.” Adrian and Dimitri stare at me stupidly, and Inez’s eyes are wide as she glances at the weapons in my hand. I throw them onto the table, where they glint ominously in the dim candlelight, “we were ambushed by Cassian and his men, wielding those weapons.” Dimitri reaches his hand out, “Don’t touch them!” I hiss at him, “they are infused with void magic.” “Samael what happened?” Adrian stares at the deadly weapons, concern etched between his eyes.

While others relied on the primal strength of their wolves, I had forged my reputation with blood and skill. It was with these weapons that I built the Rogue Dominion—a pack born from outcasts, deserters, and the feral, united under my iron rule. I approached the central rack, where my most trusted weapons awaited me. First, my sword—a masterpiece of black steel, its blade engraved with runes that glowed faintly in the dim light. The hilt was wrapped in dark leather, worn smooth from years of use. This blade had tasted the blood of countless foes and had never once failed me.