Weapons Master Novels & Stories

They were real humans, and they were armed. As the men burst through the door, Russe transformed to his werewolf form and swung his claws, deflecting their blows with ease. He fought valiantly, but he was outnumbered. One of the men landed a blow on Russe’s shoulder, causing him to wince in pain. But just as Russe was about to be overwhelmed, he heard the howling sounds approaching. A group of werewolves appeared, armed with long, sharp claws. They charged towards the men, cutting them down with ease.

Something more deadly and toxic. Something she can provide him. Throwing aside the cigarette, he sighs to grip the railing tightly, sending a mindlink. Within minutes, he hears the door to his room opening. Followed by the sound of heels clicking on the floor. The clicking sound stops behind him, but he doesn't even bother to turn around and look at the person. Opening his palms, he roars in impatience. " How strong?" " 1.5 wsl" She speaks, placing the potion bottle on the man's palm.

Sound the alert to every ally we have. Lyra moved like lightning. The pack sirens howled to life. Wolves shifted and sprinted. I felt the old, narrow focus wash over me—hunt, protect, survive. As a technologist, I’d put a lot of myself into the pack’s defense. My ultimate failsafe was ugly and beautiful: two mechanical wolf armors, engineered to swallow bullets, deflect heat, and purge wolfsbane gas. They can camouflage, self-regenerate when damaged, and depend on a proprietary interface—skin contact, blood pins—so only my twin and I can use them. The suits are light, lethal, and designed to make a single soldier into an entire battalion.

armor, were overwhelmed by the raw, visceral power of the veterans. Baron Vance’s blade found the neck-seal of a commando, the man’s synthesized scream cut short. Charles Smith used a high-tension wire to garrote another, his movements a rhythmic, lethal dance. Don Krauser simply used his bare hands to crush the helmet of the third, his strength augmented by a lifetime of hard-won grit. “Phased-shift this,” Don Krauser muttered as the last commando fell.

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

It does not allow anyone to infringe on the authority and to fight power of the voice master. "No, sir" The wolf with red fur shivered; the beautiful fur on her body also lost some of its charms. “You know what you have to do, right?” "I know, sir." The leader of the assassin group acting on his own is very rare. If it weren't for the large-scale battle, he wouldn't have shown up. Thus, it can be seen that Ezra's strength is very strong to make the leader of the assassin group have to take action on his own.

I added. "Noted, madam." Moving on, the head worker delved into the advancements in soldier support technologies. They showcased a new generation of armor that offered enhanced protection without sacrificing mobility. The armor was made from a lightweight yet durable material that could withstand even the most intense battles. It was designed to adapt to the wearer's movements, providing optimal comfort and flexibility. The head worker then introduced a breakthrough in weapon technology. They presented a prototype of an energy-based rifle that utilized a fusion power source. This weapon boasted increased firepower and efficiency while minimizing the need for ammunition. It had undergone rigo

All of them are wielding various weapons: pistols, swords, spears—all made of silver, all laced with poison. Elder Mauritius and Quillion could feel the heaviness in the air as the weight of the power couldn’t be contained in a small confined space. “Long time no see… Old faces.” the Headmaster sneered, his voice as cold as the void. “Do you think your old ways could defeat the power of science and advancement of technological warfare?” He yelled while raising his hands as if giving them a complete view of the armor he was wearing. “This armor was created with the finest silver, laced with wolfsbane. An armor made for this very day.” He exclaimed with a thunderous, proud voice.

Unfortunately she did it already and was pressed against the door while she marveled at the house she would be living in. "You like it?" He questioned as he immediately began to growl, scenting the presence of other males. His hand went to her shoulder pulling her into him, as a group of males approached them. War immediately identified the group of four. More men who were deemed 'warriors' like him and Trent, but much younger. In reality they were just contracted killers...lower levels. Tier 3 killers and hunters. Trent and War were level 1, able to track and kill down most rogues that elite lycans wanted dead. That was how their pack made money, supported their young and paid the bills on

She looked at him, jiggling his saber around for a quick warm-up, "I must say, that's weapon looks exquisite, Mister Damaged." "Thanks, I got this new weapon not too long ago!" Creed honestly explained his intent. "Since you also use swords, I will try to learn from you! So you better not hold back..." The good and mysterious fact about Soul-Armas was that they were weapons that automatically fit in the user's hands. It would save the user's time in learning its basic handling and skills. That's why Soul-Armas was so popular, it was like muscles would automatically generate a muscle memory for the weapon. The only thing left for the user was to increase their expertise with it. People also c