Weapons Master Novels & Stories

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.

he added smugly. As Hector spoke, a low growl echoed through him, "If my weapons fell into the wrong hands, like yours, both species would be destroyed, wolves and humans alike. Weapons such as these were designed specifically for a great war. These are not toys and, as such, will not be sold until they have been perfected. My company has sold other weapons to you guys and the military, and we will continue to do so. However, the one you are seeking will never see daylight as long as I live." Hector told him through gritted teeth. Adams' face lit up with a sinister smile as he responded, "They say death comes in swift winds, Alpha Hector."

"I almost forgot we have two plump, juicy children here. The pair happens to be a boy and a girl. The herb will be twice as effective with the children's blood. Bring them along!" Vincent's features tensed as he speedily raised his chubby arm and pressed the device around his wrist. "MAVIS, attack!" "Yes, Young Master." MAVIS charged at Liebert before beating up all of the latter's subordinates. They were naturally capable people. After all, they could arrogantly do as they pleased all these years. On top of that, the Great Apothecary Guild's subordinates had plenty of heavy weaponry. MAVIS was powerful but couldn't go against so many heavy weapons.

Blood sprayed, and his head snapped back, but he did not fall. "That hurts, you bastard!" Damian dug the flattened slug out of his brow and hurled it aside, glaring toward the bunker. Cyrus exhaled slowly. "Combat-type Awakened, huh? Their durability borders on absurd." That ape's defense rivaled an armored vehicle. These were the core members of West Ridge's expedition force. None of them were easy prey. From now on, conventional firearms would struggle against the Awakened. Though Cyrus had no room to judge. His own ability broke the scale entirely.

Weapons racks line the concrete walls, heavy with custom silver daggers, war-axes, and military-grade assault rifles. A tall, broad-shouldered wolf with scarred skin and grey-streaked fur descends the iron catwalk above us. Maestro Vance holds a heavy silver broadsword in his right hand, his scent smelling heavily of gunpowder, blood, and burnt cedar. “I saw your transport pull up from the security feeds,” Vance grunts, his piercing grey eyes locking onto me as he steps onto the concrete floor. “You’ve grown broader since you survived the Whitmore slaughter, Chika.”

“Weapon Masters have the inherent ability to master every weapon they hold without much effort. Swords, spears, bows, daggers and every kind of weapon known to man – cold and hot alike. There was nothing that a Weapon Master couldn’t handle.” “my people were strong because of this. And we drew the attention of the gods. They offered us a contract. We would perform some tasks for them at certain points and they would pay for our services. When there were planets that stepped out of line or people who had forgotten their place, we were the ones who came in to put them back into place.”