Weapons Master Novels & Stories

"Boss...please... I didn't know. Please...don't...kill me." "Kill you? I won't. Why would you think that?" Murmuring gently in response, fleshy lips flattened in thoughts. The tzar's casual steps brought him to a secure panel. He punched in a series of codes, it beeped and slowly opened to reveal trays of weapons, displayed for Dominic's personal use. Perfect. It had been a while but he had not forgotten. All types of specially made knives were displayed and arranged perfectly before him, from fixation Bowies, authentic katanas, bolos, Gerber, and...

Kala murmured. THE ARMORY I passed through the main armory, where warriors tested weapons blessed by old bloodlines. Swords that hummed. Axes that flared with lightning. Guns engraved with storm runes, charged by solar crystal and moonstone alike. In one corner, the Alpha wolves trained with flame-bursting spears. In another, the human warriors were loading anti-demon rifles while two elves argued about mana reload rates. A dwarf named Braglin sat on a cannon he’d named “Sally” and threatened to marry it if it fired true in battle.

[Option A: Weapon Mastery - Drastically improves accuracy and handling of all weapons. [Option B: Enhanced Physique - Increases strength, speed, and endurance.] [Option C: Pocket Dimension - Grants extra inventory space.] [Option D: Short-Range Teleport - Allows instant travel within a 50-meter radius.] [Option E: Bio-Stasis - Slows down personal metabolism and viral activity.] [Selection Time: 15 minutes.] The family channel exploded with excitement. "Weapon Mastery! Definitely Weapon Mastery!" Uncle Marcus shouted. "We need people who can fight and run," Sarah added. "Enhanced Physique is good too."

-One of the villagers said. Nat and Gree quickly went to Gree's and Nat's workshop to search for weapons while Chronos beheld the machine initializing. He noticed the multiple joints moving to show a magnetic supported Antimagic shield and many digital locks opening to release a railgun, homing missile batteries, grenade launchers, two cannon barrels with heavy-armor penetrating ammunition enhanced with magic, magic-based ammunition machine guns, and flamethrowers. The Tyranno-AMHAR: Peacemaker was not a war machine, it was an extermination device.

"Roughly, you said come to master." "I am so confused right now." "I figured as much. Not to get into too much detail, but these are genetically coded weapons. The bracelet acts as a genetic Bluetooth between you and any weapons linked to it. From the moment you locked the bracelet around your wrist, it began collecting DNA. Granted, some modifications still need to be made. Actually, I'm considering integrating artificial intelligence. Say, for instance, one of us is in a risky situation, no one is there to save you, and your weapon is out of reach. Well, with AI, I could code a defend master mode. Then, your primary or secondary weapon will act independently and save you. I don't know. I'm

They were two of Dexter's betas. I understood Dexter's plans now. He had given me Wolf's bane instead of the elixir, so that I would be vulnerable and weakened when his two betas would come in to beat me up and probably bring me into his party to flaunt his success of defeating the forever detested Alpha Blade. Unfortunately for him, I had been smart enough not to swallow it. The only effect it had on me was the burning and pain in my mouth which had gradually lessened "Let me ask you this now that you both are alive." I said as I watched them bring out batons. "Was it your Alpha that sent you to me to die or is it just fate?"

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.”