Vassal Weapons Novels & Stories

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

“I’ve never heard of a vampire having a weapon.” Vash walked up to the body and yanked the blade out of his head. The body crumpled to the ground, and she inspected the blade. “It’s not one of ours,” she said. “At least… not one from recent make.” She handed it to Mark before coming over to me. I pressed further back into the wall. “Your pal… Tell you anything specific?” I shook my head. She narrowed her eyes. I thought there was a little glint of light in her eyes, but then she pulled back and stood.

Ves could only tune down the cannons to a lower default setting, allowing it to last a little longer. The base model employed a sword and a shield as the mech's melee weapon. This lowered the demand for articulation, so Ves happily bulked up the arms in order to improve its armor and heat absorption. It stiffened the arms, but Ves did not place excessive demands on the mech's accuracy. Its laser cannons remained effective in medium range, only having trouble in closer ranges due to the ability for lighter mechs to circle swifter than a mech's ability to rotate. This left Ves with the armaments. Made with the same materials as the armor, the heavy shield could endure a lot of damage at an acc

“Hello again, Ice Queen.” Lucas gave her a warm smile. He was awfully dreamy with his blond hair and Aussie accent. It was a stark contrast to Nick ’s jet-black locks, which Vanessa preferred. “I hope you’re ready for today’s lesson.” He gestured toward the vast collection of swords, knives, crossbows, and other weaponry. “Honestly this is not my area of expertise.” Vanessa laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever used anything in this room. You really think I’ll have access to all these types of weapons in the middle of a real fight?”

This change in Count David's attitude made the vassal nobles, who had previously displayed unfriendliness and hidden agendas, appear gloomy and diminished in comparison. The vassal nobles exchanged furtive glances, assuming no one was observing, revealing a shared sense of indignation in their eyes. Their covetousness for Roland's armor was unmistakable. Considering the origins of such high-quality armors from Virisdecent Valley, it was evident that these nobles couldn't access such items through their own means. Additionally, Count David, unless faced with an impending war, wouldn't be inclined to provide them with such exceptional armaments.

This side was adorned with weapons. Bows and arrows hung on the walls. Swords arranged to form X shapes hung on doors. Spears and daggers occasionally clustered together in giant or little wooden vases. Like she had read my thoughts, (Do not say I told you, but sometimes I think she can), she answered my unspoken question.

Vane leads me to a small chest in the back. He opens it. Inside is a pair of twin daggers. The handles are carved from white bone. The blades are thin. slightly curved. "These belonged to an assassin from the southern wastes." Vane says. "They are balanced for a smaller hand. Try them." I pick them up. They feel like an extension of my arms. I give them a quick spin. They cut the air with a hiss. "I like them." I say. "Good." Vane says. "Because the scouts just returned. The Shadow Claw aren't at the river anymore."

Various Weapons was decorated on the walls but none was modern, all were old and seemed to be carefully preserved. She slowly traced the sharp tip of Javelin and it prickled the blood out of her finger. Bow and Arrows, daggers and swords all were looking so dangerous yet so beautiful. Xavion crossed his hand over his chest, leaning against the closed door and watched her with the adoration as she admired the weapons. It was his legacy and hairloom, provided by his ancestors. Somewhere he was feeling jealous that she is looking at it with more adoration than him. He was quite amused that she didn't panicked or tried to create a scene after knowing his real identity but he was sure that she wo

Security rotations. Everything we needed to end this. Tonight. I stood at the center of the armory, checking my own gear while coordinating final details through the mind-link. Silver-resistant armor—something Lord Castellan's people had provided, made from materials I didn't fully understand. Weapons designed for close combat. Communication devices that worked for both wolves and vampires. "Eastern strike team, confirm positions," I said through the tactical radio. "Confirmed. Twelve vampires plus eight wolves. Ready on your mark." The vampire lieutenant's voice was crisp, professional.

He was keeping his distance to avoid a diplomatic incident, but his wolf was roaring right beneath my skin, a blistering shield of heat protecting our unborn child. The Vanguard captain was waiting by the iron gates, his silver armor glinting beneath his heavy velvet cloak. In his hands, he held a polished, ornate wooden box, but my eyes immediately tracked the small, spherical obsidian mirror tucked into the sash of his belt. It was humming with a faint, violet shadow-energy.