Weapon X Comics Novels & Stories

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Whatever they'd used, it was designed to weaken werewolves specifically, I could tell immediately. Through the smoke, dark figures moved with military precision. Red laser sights cut through the haze, searching for targets. "There!" One of them spotted me. Gunfire erupted. Bullets shredded the furniture around me as I rolled behind the overturned table. Axel appeared beside me, his face partially shifted and furious. "Stay low. Move when I say." He burst from cover with inhuman speed. The nearest mercenary tried to track him with his rifle, but Axel was already inside his guard. Claws ripped through Kevlar and flesh.

I pull at the cuffs violently, but they wouldn't budge. Wolf's bane and tranquilizers are not a strange topic, dad always had some in his weapon room in case of emergency. Lexa and Justin used it to threat themselves a lot as kids. Not once did I ever think it would be used on me. A lot of things has happened in the last two weeks that I never thought of, not even once in my life. So I guess this is on brand.

Holbur seized this once-in-a-millennium opportunity. He swung the long spear in his hand, and the protective divine weapon immediately shone brilliantly like a dazzling new moon. The spear shot out like brilliant lightning. The sharp spearhead gathered layers of surging laws and heavily cleaved towards Xavier. Already injured by the sneak attack of the Green Empire's Pagoda, Xavier was completely unable to dodge the incoming attack. The terrifying spear beam struck his chest. The terrifying power within the spear beam exploded, immediately shattering several of Xavier's ribs and tearing out a long and deep wound.

Her hips and ass were rounded and generous, but not enough to keep up with her torso, leaving her with a slightly top-heavy hourglass of a figure. Our first period after lunchtime, we had a batch of junior boys that first week. On Wednesday, one made himself my new favorite by creating a batarang. He grumped about how its edges didn't look sharp enough and I got into it with him. "Look, I think batarangs should be blunt," I argued. "Otherwise, it would be too hard for Batman to keep to his no killing policy." To my surprise, Wendy piped up from a couple of benches away. "Oh, come on. Batman has a no guns policy. Superman is the one with the no killing policy!"

Hudson crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his gaze. “Fuck you, Hudson, nobody said that. I’m thinking of the women and what they’ve obviously been through. These guys … they fuck and drink, they kill and they protect. These women now need safety, not listening to people fuck in the room next to them.” “Listen, Wrath, you’re a good looking guy, but I’m married,” Hudson said, grinning like an idiot. “I’m sure you have someone here that’ll take one for the team.” K-9 laughed loudly. “Looks like poor Weasel is up again.”

A painful howl of pain, the silent. I stood at the front line, my sword dripping with fresh blood, as I looked at the burning mess that had become my pack. The Righteous Pack had come prepared. They had guns, silver bullets, and wolfsbane bombs.all these are weapons in high demand, but the Righteous packs had them in large quantities, which could only mean one thing… The council. My warriors were fighting hard. James was on my left, his wolf form tearing through enemies like paper. The shadow units moved like ghosts, appearing and disappearing, leaving dead bodies behind them.

At the center of the room lay the new weapon Damien had spoken so much about—the one that, in theory, could kill a lycan. Damien looked up from his workstation and his eyes lit up the moment he saw me. “You’re just in time,” he said with a rare grin. “We’ve made real progress.” The weapon was much smaller than I expected. Not bulky or intimidating, but sleek—almost elegant. A lightweight dart-like device with a silver casing, engraved with runes I didn’t recognize. I stepped closer to examine it, and Damien held it up proudly like a prized invention. “This is the latest version,” he explained, “refined for ease of use. You don’t throw it. It’s launched from a handheld tube. Minimal recoil. M

Alex said to Adrian as he picked up one of the bullets that has a black colour and showed it to Adrian. "These ones in particular are made of wolf's bane, so even if the other bullets here won't have much effect on a werewolf, these ones that are made of wolf's bane will surely have a deep impact on any wolf that it's been shot with; it can even kill the person," Alex said to Adrian while smirking mischievously. "And can I know why you ordered all these weapons? It's not as if the Pack needs any of them," Adrian said to Alex, who smiled sarcastically.

Xander’s pov *What the hell are these things?!* I roar at Warren through our pack's mindlink. Brutus snaps its jaws with lethal precision, shredding the throat of the wolf-like creature before it can pounce. The black, foul-smelling blood splatters across my blonde fur as I kick its limp body to the dirt, my chest heaving from the adrenaline surge. *I don't have a damn clue, Xander!* Warren says. *Do you think these freakish abominations belong to your uncle?*