Weapons Master Novels & Stories

"Duck! said the count at last whirlwinds in a deadly circle as a master swordsman, you should know for the second time that you were killed next to that titan ...!" "And I know in my turn that I would have been spared only with death by the calf's breath, come on, friend, you still crave me for a duel with parries and squabbles, I have my master, a worthy son of a gunsmith came from Marseilles, which honors the goblets, but also with the sword, and the most poisonous he does with death!"

‘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.

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.

“What are you going to do?” “Stay with Emily.” Chloe ignored the red-head’s question. “I’ll send the others in here. If things get out of hand, run.” She didn’t wait to see if Freya would obey or object. Instead, she ran through to the small storeroom where the footlocker was kept and grabbed the rifle which was lying at the bottom. She had seen plenty of guns. Nathaniel’s men had them. Pistols, handguns, rifles and even semi-automatics. But Chloe had never handled one before and didn’t know the first thing about them, but she prayed to the moon goddess she wouldn’t need to use the damned thing and that its presence alone would hopefully scare off any unwanted intruders.

A severe headache overwhelmed him ' Get up ,' said Mars harshly, but he couldn't even open his eyes because of his sudden weakness 'If I lose my girlfriend, I swear I will kill you' He screamed loudly as Zayn quickly sat down when his wolf easily controlled him due to his weakness His eyes turned deep black and he took complete control of him A loud snarl came from him and whoever sees it will know that he is not human despite his appearance He stopped and ran very quickly towards her Use a high smelling edge, as it preserves its smell He stood in front of her solitary prison, broke the lock violently to enter, and his claws popped up in anger when he saw her condition

I sharply asked. Growls stopped, they looked at me like I said something they’ve never heard before. “We don’t have that kind.” He moves forward which makes me and Rendall brace ourselves for an incoming fight. “I am thinking of who to kill first but black and grey ones volunteered,” Rendall said and nudge my back using his shoulder as a signal to attack. I quickly get my dart and throw it at the werewolf beside me, and then the monsters started to counter. I pulled out the spear on the werewolf in front of me and throw it to the one that is behind Rendall. I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front.

He was at a loss as to how he could comfort his friend. “Tyr, for you people who practice martial arts, isn’t a weapon that takes advantage of the situation very important?” Isaiah’s sudden question had Tyr freezing as he nodded robotically. “That’s right. It’s like giving wings to a tiger. Weapons are naturally more lethal than bare fists. “But the more powerful the expert, the higher the requirements for weapons. The truly strong ones would either be equipped with a weapon that they’ve carried around for years, or be making use of their fists if they’ve yet to find one.”

Experts at combat, weapons, and bombs. Palace Blue, a huge mansion guarded by thirty armies. Five on the balcony, arm by an M16. Three in each five windows, arm by VCS and two in every five doors, arm with 12gauge Revolver Shotgun. The last five are guarding his door. Each arm with a V19 pistol. Got 45 P22, in my sleeve and DS-AR rifle with 2x scope.

Are all the weapons stored there? Thirty minutes passed. Malik finally returned with two long-barreled weapons, which Arsenio wanted. "This is the weapon you want. The latest RV 7000 and GM 1000S." Malik put the weapon on the table. Arsenio widened his eyes and nodded slowly then. "Can I touch it?" "Please!" After getting permission, Arsenio touched the two weapons. He stroked it gently, treating the two solid objects like babies. "This is extraordinary. Dad will definitely like it," muttered Arsenio in amazement.