Weapons Master Novels & Stories

Chris demonstrated the proper method for replacing the gas canisters by unfastening and refastening the tanks to the suit attached to the stand. “Next we have the weapons,” Chris said. He reached down under the table and lifted a metal box onto the table. “These are the weapons that you will have at your disposal. They are called the Mass Weapon Storage System or W.M.S.S. Each of these sheaths contains three sword blades each. These boxes snap on the left thigh of the user. They are designed to fall off if hit with a significant force, such as falling.” Chris attached the box to the hip of the suit on the stand. He gave the device a few light kicks before giving it one big kick, breaking the

The thought of causing my wife emotional pain by being unfaithful was unbearable to me, making it preferable to stay single than to hurt someone I cared about. Just then, Massimio (Or Max as we called him) walked inside the dimly lit basement, his arms full of a large wooden crate. Everyone was eager to see what new weapons had been imported. Max carried two sleek-looking guns in his hands and he placed them on the table. "Check these babies out!" Max exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. My hand wrapped around the Kalashnikov, its lethal features evident as I inspected it. Its sleek design and deadly capabilities made it a force to be reckoned with, and I couldn't help but feel its strength

Madam Amelia asked. “My plan was to render her powers useless.” I diplomatically said. Though, as I did, I felt the copper dagger I had bought with me. The one I was going to stab into her heart. The real answer, yes, I was going to kill her daughter. Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me.

“Experts trained on taking down this type of criminal. They are the mage version of an enforcer. I have no protections against any type of magic user. I hate to say I don’t walk around carrying weapons designed to destroy every kind of supernatural I might encounter. You can see how that would look to anyone I might encounter? Also, most of those weapons are expensive as hell and scarce.” “I guess they are all old, and there’s only a limited amount of them.” “Yes, there’s a limit, but it’s because a single family makes them, and they pick who they trust with them.” “That’s why you are the arms master. You have access to them and you have their trust.”

rude and treacherous servants so take a look at the most stinging he imagines best to his mortal enemies The woman grimaced at them and brought the two a rusty iron tray on which were placed a pitcher with a cracked lip and two slightly chipped cups, and smilingly placed on the table the tray, at which the old swordsman looked with troubled eyes at the pitcher and at the servant, while the woman returned satisfied with her back to the table, and Mr. Thomas did not know who to look at.

‘The baldric, I found whilst exploring some of the many rooms we never use,’ I place the dagger in my mother’s hands. She glides her fingers over it, ‘Is this part silver?’ She asks, ‘You know Silver is deadly to werewolves, Lylah? Wounds from silver won’t heal quickly and only at a human rate which increases the chance of killing werewolves. As beautiful as it is, I’m not sure your father would approve of you having such a weapon.’ ‘I think Micah made it for me to protect myself from all beings, including werewolves. Rogues do exist, you know, Mum?’ I retort.

[3 Effective Hits, Skill Acquired: Firearm Weapon (Light Firearm) (Basic)] [Name: Firearm Weapon (Light Firearm)(Basic)] [Related Attributes: Strength, Constitution, Spirit] [Skill Type: Offensive] [Effect: You have mastered the skill of handling handguns, submachine guns, rifles, assault rifles, and sniper rifles, 10% Increase in Damage] [Consumes: Stamina] [Prerequisite: F in Strength, F in Constitution, F in Spirit] [Remarks: You might have acquired the firearm skill but you’re no sharpshooter yet!] Mike suddenly had the impression that he was an expert gunman, just like he had with the dagger skill before. He had not only learned new things about guns, but he also knew how to make the mo

​From the depths of the incandescent white walls, three colossal figures emerged. ​They were the Master Animators, eleven-foot, faceless entities forged from solid, polished gold-leaf armor, their chests open to reveal massive, spinning brass wheels that churned through thousands of master typeface stamps every second. They carried no weapons, but their long, multi-jointed arms ended in heavy silver styluses that vibrated with a high-frequency alignment pulse designed to rewrite the physical anatomy of any rogue variable that entered their margins.

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

"But yes. We are going to drug him. But that's not your issue. Just focus on Mr. Wolfe." Chloe frowned as she was dragged towards the doors of the VIP suite. Two males that had shoulders as wide as the door and just as tall as it were guarding the empty hallway. They appeared to just be loitering but as she got close, Chloe could see their eyes watching everything around them. They weren't Nathaniel's men. They were too muscular to be. These were wolves that trained hard to be the ultimate apex predator. They didn't need guns to protect themselves. There was a wildness to them as well, as if they were made of petrichor, earth and rock from the unforgiving mountains. Chloe had the sudden urge