Black Clover Weapons Novels & Stories

I make my way down the staircase to meet the men, there was no way they would be going alone, I was their leader and Alice was my daughter. I pulled on the black cloak, the same black cloak I had worn the night I took her, if only everything happening now was that easy. Weapons were easy to conceal under the cloak everything from small bombs, daggers and potions, some hunters preferred to use crossbow, others bow and arrows, for me, daggers were the way to go.

"Too bad it won't help you live." He pulled something out from inside his cloak. It was a blade of some kind. It looked like silver metal but way darker. The whole weapon was humming with evil power. "Holy weapons," another one said proudly. "Blessed by the moon goddess herself." All three of them started walking toward me. Moving real slow now. They felt confident about winning. I was totally outnumbered. Outgunned too. And probably about to die a really painful death. But I wasn't planning to go down easy at all.

The cloak extended down to his ankles, with slits on the sides to allow for unrestricted movement during combat. Beneath the cloak was a form-fitting, dark ensemble made of flexible, reinforced material. The shirt and pants were designed for agility, featuring subtle armor plating at vital points to protect against attacks without sacrificing mobility. Black, fingerless gloves covered his hands, enhancing his grip and leaving his fingers free for delicate tasks. Completing the outfit were a pair of sturdy, black boots with soft soles, enabling Claud to move silently across any terrain. The boots were reinforced at the toes and heels, offering both protection and an added edge in hand-to-hand

After getting dressed, Cleo handed me a half dozen throwing daggers, a pair of multipurpose blades, and two Glock pistols. The black combat uniform felt unworn, like it came from the new arrival sets for the upcoming war. The form-fitting leggings were more revealing than I was used to, but the split tunic hangs past my butt, offering some coverage. Jakub got short sleeves, but mine were long-sleeved, and there were gloves too, but I didn’t think I needed them to handle the silver bullets. I sheathe the multipurpose blades on my lower back like normal and stow the throwing daggers on my wrists and thighs. Lastly, I slid the pistols into their holsters at my hips, and I double-checked the saf

The assistant commander did not hesitate. The rotating cannon on his arm buzzed up, but the light that gathered in its course was not the clean, grelle blue of consortium. It was a nasty, deep black violet that like liquid darkness looked out. “Decking!” Kael shouted. He threw himself with his whole massive flank against me and Silas and ripped us on the hard stone of the rocky projection, seconds before the weapon was fired. The shot was adorable. The black plasma charge hit right there

The little girl looked at her mother. “Mommy…” Her voice was weak. “Help me.” Clover pulled against the chains. “I’m coming!” Kael raised his sword. “Together.” He drove the sword into the ground. Golden energy spread across the forest. Clover’s Eclipse Crown appeared. Silver and black energy surrounded her. The chains began breaking. CRACK. The Void stepped backward. “You cannot defeat me.” Clover pulled harder. “Maybe not.” CRACK. “But I can defeat what you made me believe.”

A rifle loaded with silver bullets, a rifle loaded with an object that would shoot out and explode with a sprinkling of silver powder, then the last was a rifle that shot bullets that would release the silver liquid inside when the bullet had stuck in the flesh. I smiled wryly. "I'm finally going to use the weapons that I've worked so hard to create together with the chief researcher of the Black Shadow organization. I can't wait to see how dangerous this weapon is." I rose to my feet and glanced around. These weapons, which numbered in the hundreds, were well stored in the warehouse. "Weapons that are only used in times of urgency. Isn't it suitable to be used at this time?" The sound of th

She dragged it, clanking, to the kitchen table Dudley helped her empty it out. Everyone, including Terry, leaned in to see what would come out. Weapons, armour, sundry equipment — all the things Loran had shown me last time. I already knew which were rusted beyond useless and which we needed. Claire coughed and pointed her eyes at the older boy. He was eyeing one of the swords. It wouldn’t do him much good, the hilt was loose and the blade would fall off if he tried to pick it up, but it’s the thought that counts. Claire’s ability was already paying dividends.

Shadows guards began pouring out, their weapons drawn, ready to defend their stronghold. Chaos erupted. The two sides collided like crashing waves. Gunfire, shouts, and the sounds of fists meeting flesh filled the night as both sides clashed. Dead bodies began to pile up on the cold ground, staining the earth red. Lucifer moved through the battlefield like a demon, unstoppable and fierce, every swing and every shot filled with purpose. It was as if all the pain and suffering he had endured had come together in this single, deadly moment.

Freya nodded, then she showed the tap screen she brought so Arsenio could read it too. "This is the latest type, sir. The ability of this weapon cannot be doubted. It can shoot from fifty meters away and has no sound at all when firing. Suitable for aiming without being spotted by the opponent," Freya explained. Arsenio looked seriously at the image on the tap screen while stroking his chin and muttering several times. "I want to buy another weapon, which is more practical and can be used in certain situations. Is there one?" "There are, sir. Pocket knives, daggers and others. The power of each weapon depends on the level you have now."