Weapon X Comics Novels & Stories

Cakra then turns three of his right arms into the cannon, Gatling, and rifle, and he shoots the guy in the midair with three of them that he falls to the ground. The guy stands up barely and says, “HOW DID YOU....” Alfi approaches the guy with his lengthened and expanded crowbar which looks like a solid spear and says, “Weapon number 6: Tipit, a crowbar which can be lengthened and expanded. Not only that, but it can also nullify your attack.” Alfi then kisses his bracelet and his Iru is flowing to his spear. The spear is layered by fire and there’s something burning fire on the edge. Alfi aims the spear at the guy.

Draxen’s weapons and suit were made of different energy source and it’s the one that he mostly don’t even understand as his dad was the creator and forget of everything and all he knew was that he’d always bring in things that looked in different shapes maybe like a diamond shape and some could be in different form also and different colors he’d melt this things when he wanted to make a new weapon. And given that he’s able to create all these great things had made them become more like a savior than a bad guy. Back many years ago the country was at war with a fellow country. And if not because of the Wolfline gang members who intervened and fought for their country and they supplied their mi

Auditory texture like a saw cutting through bone, amplified to a volume that made my eardrums pop. The sound made the nanoweave of Neoma’s suit vibrate against her skin. My teeth rattled. "Wolfy?" Barzil asked. His voice was a low rumble. "What is coming?" I looked at the reading. Class 5 Kinetic Entity. Nuclear Core. Barzil-Steel Chassis. "He didn't just build weapons," I whispered. My throat constricted. I couldn't swallow. "He built a champion." The smoke swirled. Two burning red lenses, the size of dinner plates, ignited in the gloom. They glowed with a steady, pulsating heat.

Lucian stood at the entrance of the armory and watched his cabinet members and Zulahk strap themselves with weapons. Ahmad slipped brass knuckles onto his fingers. Alex grabbed his hand and forcefully removed it, reminding him that his hands were more than enough to do the damage. Petl slipped a khukuri blade into her boot and straightened. Casey relied on his physical strength so he watched everyone pick a weapon along with Felix and Lucian. Augustus laughed and picked a blade for cutting wires when he got to the Argent's quarters. He had enough chemical weapons in his rucksack. When everyone was done, they walked out of the cove and Lucian sealed it back up before they proceeded to the squ

¤ Solar Plexus Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Heart Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Throat Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Third Eye Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Crown Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Element Affinity - Earth [ 100 ] , Fire[ 10 ] , Water[ 12 ] ==Sentient Weapon== [Atlas] ==Soul-Armas== (Weapon-Grade) : [Flame Trident], [Mayhem Saber] (Armour-Grade): [Slither-Hide] ==Soul Radix: (Basic)== [Grade-1 Radix] # # # # # ,

The Death Wolf lunged. Claws carved through the air, seeking Heratte’s flesh. His attack struck true, raking down her arm—only for the black blood that spilled to stitch itself back together. Heratte smirked. She saw the flicker of disbelief in his glowing eyes. He attacked again. They clashed, an unstoppable force against an immovable object, drawing each other’s blood like predators locked in an eternal war. Their bodies crashed against trees, uprooting them with the sheer force of their battle, leveling the land beneath them.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

This extends to all of us. As I continued examining the wooden boxes stacked neatly and tied with silver chains, I touched one, which made me hiss in pain. I looked at my hand and the red burn mark. It made me wonder, Why the hell are they wearing silver chains? Without touching them again, I carefully opened one box. I didn’t see shit. I shined my cell phone flashlight inside the box and its contents made my eyes widen. There were weapons. Why did Warren bring weapons to his pack? Was the son of a bitch planning to fight using the advantages of the human world? Damn bastard!

Everyone. "Yes. He has connections with the mafia." That got my attention. "What?" "He manufactures weapons for humans." Jaxon sighed. "But because of his experience in the field, he also knows how to create weapons specifically designed for werewolves." "Holy shit." The words slipped out before I could stop them. Suddenly all those armed guards felt even more threatening. Silver ammunition. Modified firearms. Custom weapons. Things designed specifically to kill wolves. Robert really had built one hell of a network — a smuggler, a weapons manufacturer, and God knew who else.

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.