Vassal Weapons Novels & Stories

expression. Regal ran his fingers into his pockets, took out an elbow length rod and clicked a button on the side. A sharp blade shot out from the top. He extended it into a spear length and took his stance, ready for battle. This weapon was the one he picked at the tournament held for the members of various mercenary groups. Tess had praised him for making a good choice unlike Li and Neo who both bought glitter bombs.

Dennis replied. Lance said, "Has the forensic specialist arrived? Contact the Forensic Center and get more specialists out there to assist." "Already on it," Dennis said. "Good. What about the weapons inventory? I need to report to the palace," Lance continued. "It's all been sorted out. Here's the report," Dennis said, hastily pulling a folder from the table and handing it to Lance. Lance opened the folder and found a detailed record: 1,000 crossbows, five ballistae… 800 sets of full armor, three barrels of gunpowder, and over 1,000 other weapons.

They understood the stakes. "What about weapons?" Freya asked. "We're not just fighting werewolves. Our weapons won't be enough against some of his forces." "Silver for the Ferals," I instructed. "Mountain ash wood for the foxes. And blessed steel for the panthers." I nodded to the weapons master. "Distribute everything we have. Every warrior carries silver, ash, and steel." "And for Finn?" Tobias asked quietly. I met his gaze steadily. "Finn is mine."

(Polly) “it’s okay…if I can help..I help…eat up…after this we will head over and meet up with your clansmen…” Surely she has been mulling over this problem for a long time. She only meet me once, but after her misfortune clearly I was the last hope that she have ever had. I’m actually have been waiting for her, what she said in the battlefield has stuck inside my head for so long, Ted Mountain Dwarves were the expert in Fantasma firearms. They were the only races according to my research, that are dabbing in the art of black powder, their implementation and inventions of making a weapons that involved in the use of black powder were far wide famous. They made musket and all sort of exploding

She resembled an early-stage assassin, and she might truly become an advanced-level assassin as she grew stronger. However, there was something slightly different about the weapon Myira was currently using. It wasn't the usual pair of daggers an assassin would wield. The weapon she had now was a short white rapier, the first time I had seen such a short rapier. Its size was more akin to a dagger or a knife, possibly referred to as a mini-rapier. Moreover, it seemed to be a modified weapon, crafted from mithril as I identified it. Lastly, Viola stood beside me with a cold gaze. As a mage, she provided ranged support from the back. She sent several offensive spells toward other goblins that ev

Their gazes when they saw Viona looked suspicious as if Viona was someone who couldn't be trusted. "Who is your master?" Viona confidently said, "Vasilio Heraksel." Hearing the noble name Heraksel echo, the dwarves happily accepted the offer of alliance. They happily followed Viona into the portal and took all of their stored weapons with them. On the side of the portal, Viona's men were observing the weapons that were one by one placed on the floor. It sounds sharp and amazing. This situation can be seen from how shiny these weapons are, even in the mirror. There were spears with both pointed ends, then katanas, several long swords that were guaranteed lightness, and also bowless arrows cov

He squeezed her hand, then released it, stepping forward to lead the way. Darius handed out weapons as they prepared to descend. The blades were silver, with edges coated in a dark, oily substance. “Wolfsbane,” Darius explained. “It’s the only thing that will kill them. Don’t hesitate. If you see one, strike fast and don’t look back.”

Sometimes I think, when I can have a sexy body like her. “Wait a minute.” I hide a pair of swords behind my back. Two pistols behind the pocket of the white blazer I wore. And the folding knife I tucked into my shoe. Perfect. “Did you bring your crossbow, Claire?” “Of course, yes.” Claire also has special weapons given by the master. It has a useful crossbow in long-range attacks. William himself has a unique pistol. The bullets in them will never run out. So did Claire’s crossbow.

I could tell that he was impatiently bothered by my confessed interest. I wasn’t upset by his visible frustration as I would have been as well if someone had such interest in what was mine. I smiled and continued with the conversation, nevertheless. “I was not aware that a vassal could have a vested interest in anything outside of well…servitude.” “Vassals…don’t,” the Alpha countered. “And yet yours is free to…perform?”

That was all it took. That was how it began. “With respect, Your Majesty,” Cassian said, his tone even, “different does not mean safe.” Vaelreth’s gaze shifted then—finally landing on Cassian. Sharp. Cold. “Do you believe I require a lecture on safety?” “No,” Cassian replied calmly. “I believe you require a reminder.” A flicker of irritation crossed Vaelreth’s face. Brief. But real. Cassian pressed on. “He is a weapon,” Cassian said. “And weapons are not meant to be… admired.”