Vassal Weapons Novels & Stories

The Violet category was the highest category of weapons; anything higher would be considered a Grand Weapon. "What a great weapon!" A few seconds later, Darryl snapped back to his senses; he had only praises for the new weapons. The Famed Sword Manor had truly lived up to its name. They had managed to forge three Violet category weapons. Those weapons were extremely rare throughout the entire Nine Mainland. Most of them were owned by royalties and kept as treasures; it was even rarer to see them in the world of cultivators.

I could see my happiness on my face; I smiled like a kid on his first Christmas. After a quick check-up on the weapons and reading the list of what we received, I proceed to tryouts. We had twelve new weapons, four different new guns, a bow, two swords, two new whips, and some silver daggers. Count Vlad helped me try the daggers and whips. I tried the guns and bows; the swords weren’t tested because there were some mistakes when made. Almost all weapons have silver and wolfsbane. So if they’re not handled correctly, they can hurt you. I wear special gloves for each gun, so only certain people learn to take them.

"Huh... My microphone isn't working. Hold on." Taking advantage of Alice's moment of surprise, the beautiful lady snapped her head down, revealing an ancient secret weapon, a back crossbow. Behind the back of the beautiful assassin, a taut bowstring was galvanized, and two alloy swords with blood grooves engraved on them, like two icy vipers that devour people, shot at the stunned Vandalf and Alice.

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."

“There are problems with humans everywhere, and soon, their weapons will make them just as powerful as we are.” Valassan took a measured sip, then turned back toward the table. “Kiev,” he continued, pacing behind the chairs, “was once nothing more than a minor pack before the human wars. Before even you were born, Your Highness.” He stopped behind me. “They were our loyal subordinates, and followed orders without hesitation. Over the centuries, they were granted... small measures of autonomy. Nothing threatening.” Valassan moved again, slower now, placing the glass down.

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.

Daniel raised an eyebrow as he approached. “How are we looking?” Vescovi asked. He knew the face he was looking at was a mask. A cover to make what Ava did more palatable, but his mind’s eye saw through it. Understanding her reasoning did little to comfort him. Vescovi’s personal discomfort aside, the man, Daniel, was proving to be an asset. “This is the last of the weapons,” Daniel said. “Sent a new crate to the guys around back.” He charmed the assault rifle he had in his hand. The runes wrapped around it like vines of throbbing light. He handed it to Vescovi.