Black Clover Weapons Novels & Stories

The attacked from his morning breath first made him flinch, which he quickly shrugged off, and went on with adjusting the waistline of his trouser. The left halve of the trailer housed a mattress, clothes and other junks he could find, while the other were a kitchenette, an old table, and his weapons. He then walked over to the right end of the trailer where sat the lazy rickety old looking table with a coarse honey-brown surface, and a limping leg supported by a slightly smaller wood right underneath. His eyes carefully went over the items on it: a disembodied Glock 17 9mm pistol, a weapon with the rare antique class of the past age -near extinct; an army knife with one smooth razor sharp e

I could see my happiness on my face; I smiled like a kid on his first Christmas. After a quick check-up on the weapons and reading the list of what we received, I proceed to tryouts. We had twelve new weapons, four different new guns, a bow, two swords, two new whips, and some silver daggers. Count Vlad helped me try the daggers and whips. I tried the guns and bows; the swords weren’t tested because there were some mistakes when made. Almost all weapons have silver and wolfsbane. So if they’re not handled correctly, they can hurt you. I wear special gloves for each gun, so only certain people learn to take them.

Trevor nodded his head. Finalizing the rest of the plans with the new information my Delta provided. We now know their routines and where the blindspots are. The number of Black Moon men who are willing to support us in this battle. In the weapon room, there are a few crates labeled "Use Caution". Changing into tactical gear just in case we need it. Opening the first crates there's a note sitting on the cover: Alpha Louis, Here are the weapons you requested, some have special modifications. Silver nitrate is very dangerous.

*Bram* “Walk with me, Commander Bram.” Alpha Kaelen gives me an order, and I obey it, even though I’m immensely busy at the moment. We are in the process of preparing for our newest attack against Moon Falls Pack. Normally, our preparation doesn’t involve any sort of weapons because it’s considered dishonorable for wolf shifters to fight with weapons. But… Alpha Kaelen has decided he doesn’t care about honor at this point. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to destroy the enemy. So we aren’t just loading up the supplies we will need–food, water, shelter, supplies for the healers–but weapons as well. Metal claws that fit over our regular ones, body armor, even bows and arrows and knives tha

I got to my car and went to the boot. I opened it and pushed a button installed by the right panel of the boot. A shiny black metal tray filled with my favorite weapons slid up as the fake floor of the boot part. I picked up a Pit Viper Nine Millimeter with a twenty-one round capacity and a Barretta Nine Thousand S. Also a twenty-one round capacity. I put them in my shoulder holster and strapped it on. I grabbed Karambits and also with their sheath. I pushed the button and the tray of death tools slid down and the false floorboards closed.

Cosmic Darkness is not a good choice in this kind of situation. “Dark Celestial-Divine Magic: Dark Knights!” I shouted and then, I pointed my celestial weapon that had turned into scepter to the swarm of lowly demons. Many knights wearing heavy metal black armors appeared on the air simultaneously and they came with black Pegasus. They attacked the enemies nonstop, slashing them from everywhere until those demons become smithereens of black ashes.

A dull sound resounded, like it was metal hitting metal, and not flesh hitting flesh. “We are,” both Mane and Lam said at the same time. “Good. Because it’s our turn.” Vital Orange smirked and stated. Black Hand who was next to him nodded his head and picked up his cloak. Mane could feel the presence of several dangerous weapons hidden within that cloak. “I wouldn’t want to be the one having to face a Hidden Weapons Specialist like Black Hand,” Mane thought silently to himself. Snakes were a group of people he absolutely didn’t want coming after him.

They are also both armed with wolfsbane filled dart guns, and 2 silver knives each. Ansel is wearing black cargo shorts, and a black tee shirt. He is armed with a set of silver throwing knifes, and a gun that shoots either deadmans blood or witches brew, depending on which one he loads into it. I am wearing knee high boots, loaded with throwing knives. A black skirt that is hiding 2 sets of throwing stars. A white tee shirt under my black leather jacket, which holds two small guns, one loaded with deadmans blood, the other with wolfsbane.

Deep beneath the normal Silversmith family house, where nobody in the neighborhood knew a secret underground lair was, Arnold, Clark, and Aaron strode into their armory. The room sparkled with a formidable array of weapons; ornate swords with intricate hilts, high-tech rifles with scopes and silencers, silver bullets polished to a gleam, and armor etched with silver filigree that seemed to shimmer in the light. The air was heavy with the scent of gunpowder and oil, a potent reminder of the hunters' unwavering readiness.

Like vengeance made wearable. Then I went to the side locker. The secret one. The one that not even all my men knew about. Inside were the favors. The black book debts. The weapons that weren’t from here. Gifts. Bribes. Promises made in languages I didn’t speak but understood all the same. Silencers. Laser sights. Tracking beacons. Armor-piercing rounds. Tactical comms. Thermal goggles. I took what we needed. Loaded what I could. Gave the rest to Crow and told him to distribute. Quietly.