Black Clover Weapons Novels & Stories

A whirl of energy protrudes from my mind and cyclones around me as the black combat boots, matching vinyl pants and crop top, and serpent-like chrome belt I summoned conform to my physique. I bridge a window to an armory I imagine I want and pull out a Gorō Nyūdō Masamune katana, a Loveless Stag Lawndale dagger, a Bowie knife, and a Kung Fu chain whip. After closing the bridge within the portal, with a quick snap of my fingers and securing my weapons, I take a deep breath with my powerful new lungs and center myself. With all my senses heightened to a superhuman level, I reposition my body so that my head faces my destination and bring my wings to my sides in flight position. With a smirk an

"Meat Cleaver, which has a very good mechanical structure. It can be modified, making it easy to carry. It is a combat weapon, made by a unique craftsman. It is rare to see, and costs 25 Nars." There sure is a huge difference in pricing between weapons with divine blessings and those without. No one answered her, and no one seems to be interested or they have that big amount. The woman sighed and sat down. I took a deep sigh, I should better speak up so it can end sooner. The earlier we finish the lower the risk of being exposed. I stood up and looked around. "I want to Shirayuki Akatsuki's notebooks." I used the well known name of senior, and instead of diary I said notebook. Because I was

“What are you going to do?” “Stay with Emily.” Chloe ignored the red-head’s question. “I’ll send the others in here. If things get out of hand, run.” She didn’t wait to see if Freya would obey or object. Instead, she ran through to the small storeroom where the footlocker was kept and grabbed the rifle which was lying at the bottom. She had seen plenty of guns. Nathaniel’s men had them. Pistols, handguns, rifles and even semi-automatics. But Chloe had never handled one before and didn’t know the first thing about them, but she prayed to the moon goddess she wouldn’t need to use the damned thing and that its presence alone would hopefully scare off any unwanted intruders.

She took a deep breath and opened it gently. Inside the box laid an ornate weapon, no longer than five feet. From a quick look, Cassana could tell the handle was made of obsidian. A fine carving of wreathe with the shape of willow leaves twisted around the handle up to its arms. The upper and lower limbs, made of either holly or cedar, extended out from the handle to form an exquisite symmetrical arc that curved on its ends. A string made of sinew fiber stretched from one groove to the other, pulling the wood into shape, while seemingly emanating an ineffable hum.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

The wind shifted, carrying the scent of coming rain. And something else. Change. Evie didn’t know it yet— But in three weeks… Black Claw wouldn’t belong to them anymore. It would belong to her.

If the title wasn't on the nose enough, Bergrin of Bergrin's Blades made sure his entrants new what would be inside based on the large sign above the shops doors-- borderlined by two terrifyingly sharp Claymores (GreatSwords. Despite the name of the place, blades were not the shops best made weapon in Claude's honest and...completely unbiased...opinion. As he entered, he saw the shop's showcase of beautifully crafted high class weapons mounted up on the walls like Rune Written Blades, Elemental QuarterStaffs and other Tangent Crystal infused weaponry, a single weapon on this rack easily costs more than everything Claude owned. A fact that often made him feel incredibly small and out of place

Then Kael, he wore a grim expression as he carefully placed the last weapon on the table, he held them with a piece of leather so that it won't touch his skin directly. “Okay, what do we know?” I asked, my voice calm but firm. The weapons seemed to him with dark energy which sent a shiver down my spine. Dark thread like shadows dancing across them despite the room being bright due to the sunlight seeping in through the windows. One thing was certain, those weapons weren't just crafted to win the war, they were crafted to destroy any werewolves unfortunate enough to cross paths with it in ways we have never experienced. Kael cleared his throat and slightly brushed the edge of one with the bla

Dawn has arrived as they prepare for some weapons to take, they dressed up like a warrior. Niffa in her braided tail hair matched her white sweatshirt and black pants as she put on her long dark boots then she grabbed her bow and arrow. “Still stick to that bow and arrow huh,” Rico said as he put on his long dark boots, he had the same outfit as Niffa but he put on his dark cape looking mysterious like before. He pulls the huge toolbox under the desk.

Cian watches, amused, as they stagger to their feet, disoriented and glaring at the dim cave. “Your healing should’ve taken hours, not days,” Rolan growls, flexing his hands. “What was that place?” Cian tosses him a cloth bundle. “Open it.” Inside lie three weapons: a dagger with a hilt carved from antler, its blade etched with swirling runes “Storm’s Claw,” Cian calls it; a sword forged from blackened steel, its edge shimmering like starlight. And for Elowen, a recurve bow made of polished yew, its string woven from silver thread. Arrows tipped with jagged obsidian sit in a quiver.