Vassal Weapons Novels & Stories

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.”

Among these two weapons, the chakram was a seventh-grade weapon, and despite appearing small, the dagger was better than the chakram, an eighth-grade weapon. After Caspian finished choosing his weapons, Sebastian and the rest picked those of their likings. Even if they would not use it, it was still recommended to bring them back and use it elsewhere. As there were more than a dozen weapons in the storage bag, everyone could choose two each, and there would still be remainders. However, Yohan was set on the Nine Ring Broadsword, and he did not even glance at the other weapons. Finally, under Sebastian's persuasion, Caspian took another seventh-grade machete. Since he had lost his fourth-grad

But the pack held fast. Weapons lay scattered across the deck, each one gleaming with the promise of violence. Amelia moved among them, watching the others take up arms. Silver-tipped arrows shone cold and deadly, nestled in quivers strapped across broad shoulders. Blades shimmered with an inner light, their enchantment humming in the air. The crew even readied vials of potion, glass bottles filled with swirling liquids that promised to turn the tide of battle. Amelia paused, picking up one of the blades. Its weight felt good in her hand, its power a reflection of her own fierce will. She sheathed it, meeting the eyes of those around her.

After a moment to think Ram replied, "Okay, but you ought to reach out to Rajeev for this." *Give it up" , Gowthami said cheerily, "Leave it up to myself and them." Ram walked into a room in his house filled with many assortments of swords of a variety of lengths, along with maces, bows and arrows, slings, misericordia, lances, maces, and warhammers that Kings used for mounted combat, along with a two-handed sword, battleaxe, poll axe, and different kinds of guns. Gowthami, who witnessed almost all and had come back with Ram, remarked, "Wow, Ram you have a magnificent collection."

The shock of my political maneuver vanished, replaced instantly by the cold, lethal instinct of the Warlord. ​"Phalanx one and two, mount up!" Vesh roared, drawing her twin obsidian blades. "Blackwood Vanguard, you ride with us! We strike fast and cut them down before they can set fire to the mill!" ​The courtyard erupted into organized chaos as men scrambled for their horses and weapons. ​Vesh swung seamlessly onto the back of her massive black charger, Onyx. She looked down at me, the bone-white visor an impenetrable wall of secrets.

Zen was tipsy. It was a miracle how he stumbled back to the room and logged into the game. Thankfully, alcohol did not carry over to virtual reality. Besides, his role was the easiest. All he had to do was solve riddles and sit tight for the rest of the round. His crafting queue remained busy, and Sasha was the most desperate raid member. She desperately needed the gold ammo and called dibs on Toad S. Tool every round. Everyone else took this opportunity to test their new weapon combos. The Steel Silk armour made everyone speedier. There were good and bad effects of additional speed. The more skilful assassins took to it like fish in water, while the less agile assassins resembled clumsy cat

Everyone fell silent for a moment, their emotions subdued, and rational thought took over. Carissa gave the order to be ready for action when the moment came. The moment referred to was, of course, early the next morning. This had been mentioned during the military training—when Carissa called out, it would signal the moment for action. At Hell Monarch Estate, the preparations were also underway. Violet spent the night choosing her weapons; she decided that for close combat, twin daggers were best—one in her left hand, the other in her right. Bun selected a hammer.

Mayavi said. “Quietly return my sword to me and I promise the only thing you will not lose is your life,” I said. Mayavi snapped her fingers and stepped back as the vampires stepped forwards. But instead of swords, they had muskets in their hands. I read about them in the reports related to Hazel’s death. The new weapons that were being used in Phantoria. The weapons that were used to kill Hazel and her maids were called rifles that were an improved version of muskets.

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

The polished marble floor was covered in long, ghostly shadows from the last of the sun's rays as they passed through the stained-glass windows. Vlad's heavy overcoat, which was casually draped over his arm, moved slightly as he turned to give a junior capo his final instruction. Ever perceptive, Violet's eyes briefly glimpsed something hidden beneath its folds. With a start, she recognised it as a weapon, unlike any she had ever seen. Not the familiar glint of a knife, not his typical sidearm. There was more to this. Longer, sleeker, with a faint sheen that hinted at a repressed mechanism, made for quiet, accurate work.