Zodiac Signs As Weapons Novels & Stories

Loud and shrill screams rung in the air as people shouted in utter fear. The group of cats ran hearing the piercing noise and made loud noises in the air. Nathan put the rifle beside him and smirked looking at his aim. The gunshot hit exactly at the target, man’s heart, after all, he was a professional shooter and that too merciless. His task was completed. Putting the rifle back in its case and taking off the ear protection, he picked up the case, and within thirty seconds he was out of the house... He is Nathan Williams, the Scorpion of the underworld. The most dangerous and feared mafia lord of Chicago...

When he was finally testing the different combinations of the zodiac signs that he had plotted out – Rooster Monkey Dog; Rooster Dog Monkey; Monkey Rooster Dog; Monkey Dog Rooster; Dog Monkey Rooster; Dog Rooster Monkey – Aki kept jabbering on the dial that Sasha sometimes lost track of what particular combination he was checking. Finally, through Sasha’s patience, great memory, and quick mental maths (and Aki’s whiny trudging on the dial), they managed to crack the combination and the safe emitted an unexpected but very rewarding click. Little did they realize that the three zodiac signs were the only ones whose equivalent element, according to the Wu Xing or Five Element Theory, was metal

Though, there was nothing he could do about the use of Chimera Armor. “Brother, can I borrow your weapon?” Zephyr said to Tristan as he squinted. Tristan held a great staff — Wolfsbane. It was indeed a great weapon, one which he rarely used. “What do you wish to do with it, brother?” Tristan asked, curious as to Zephyr’s motives. Zephyr had a smile on his face, one which accompanied his squinted eyes, though Tristan could feel something else behind his gaze.

“Someone who knows how to handle a weapon.” “That's the problem,” Zander said. “I don't have anyone like that. Besides, the guy I'm talking about is extremely dangerous. More than any werewolf could be.” Zylkianov gave a brief expression of surprise. “So he's a werewolf. Will I need silver bullets then?” “Do you also believe in those nonsense?” Zander asked with a slight smile. “The only metal that can harm anyone, human, vampire, or werewolf, is mercury.”

"They want to kill, so what? Are they that of a weakling? Don't they know they're as susceptible to silver as every werewolf?" He let out a laugh and looked at Wendell. "Is this another theory? It sounds like it's straight from a myth. Werewolves don't use silvers. We don't even need a weapon because we're a walking one!" Zane meaningfully looked at me and added, "Only weak ones use a weapon." My jaw almost dropped at that. It's vivid he saw me with my scimitar earlier. What a mocking asshole! He really wanted to get on my nerves, huh? Then I'll show him.

15 minutes at most And they will be here. Ready to fall right into our trap. I may be over ambitious. But I know my strengths and weaknesses. And it's not a hidden fact that I can't stop or defeat Thaneos. The man with the wolf which is considered the god of death itself. It's impossible. And that's why I have arrived at a solution. Placing my hand in my pocket, I feel the small glass bottle. This. Made with the poison of 5 strongest poisons in the world. As soon as it comes in contact with a wolves blood, it can end the werewolf in 10 seconds at max.

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

"These individuals... they resemble us." GLZ approaches, carefully examining the markings. She whispers, "These carvings tell of a war." "A struggle between two strong forces, the light and the gloom. However, notice that over there— She gestures to the warrior in the center, who is leading the charge in the combat. "This is not your typical conflict. This is a forecast.