Black Lagoon Revy Guns Novels & Stories

Emotions that were burning and almost burning my insides right now. But I should be able to try to hold myself back, until the right time to take revenge on all of them. The Silver Moon Pack, Harrison Hux, and Felicity Rey. Three names that I will always remember in my mind and heart now. There will be no mercy for them. There will be no forgiveness for them. There will only be revenge. The right revenge for all of them here.

His guard dropped just for a fraction of a second—a fatal mistake in the chaos of war. From the corner of his eye, Don Grego saw it. A man from Cora’s clan, a deadly warrior with a bloodlust in his eyes, was creeping up behind Norwan, his blade raised high. The moment stretched in time, and Don Grego's instincts kicked in. Without hesitation, he hurled a small, gleaming blade with expert precision, sending it spiraling through the air. The dagger struck the would-be assassin square in the chest, knocking him to the ground with a sickening thud.

While we were in that situation, a warrior suddenly approached us. "Alpha Viktor, there is an emergency! The Blue Lagoon Pack is currently being taken down by Lycan Gregory!"

My eyes flew open and I found myself alone in a narrow canoe that was rowing itself forward towards a pair of black gates. The water all around me was dark and murky and very still, except for the ripples as my canon cut across heading to its destination. At first, I was confused, what was going on here? The last thing that I remembered was being stabbed and bleeding out alone and afraid on the forest floor. My hands flew to my stomach and then my neck I dabbed at them, there was no blood, and my heart was beating heavily in my chest as I looked around in panic. My jaw dropped as I recognized the landscape from the stories that we had been told… I was dead! This was the River Lana!

Distant howls faded into silence, swallowed by the darkness beyond the trees. Theron stood over the last rogue, his claw buried deep in its chest, ripping through bone and sinew. His eyes glowed with unholy fury, pupils slitted, lips pulled back in a snarl that revealed both fang and wrath. With one final twist, he yanked his arm free, letting the corpse fall in a lifeless heap.

Each clean shot represented a pack member fighting through pain and weakness to protect their own. The black market arsenal he'd acquired over the years—fifty Barrett M82/M107s, fifty CheyTac M200 Interventions, fifty Accuracy International AX50s, fifty McMillan TAC-50s, and fifty Sako TRG 42s—now proved their worth. Enough firepower to wage a small war, and they were using every bit of it.

she said as he nodded. Tommy walked over to a case with there were guns prepared for today's training, "We'll start with the basics, this is a Glock 27 semiautomatic handgun, these types of guns are called revolvers, it has a total of 7 bullets in its barrel, " he explained before handing it over to Jasmine, "Hold it, examine it, " he said as she took it carefully from his hand and into hers. She touched the gun, grazing her fingertips against the design and material of the gun before placing her hand on the trigger. Tommy returned with a handgun of his own as he stood beside her.

-One of the villagers said. Nat and Gree quickly went to Gree's and Nat's workshop to search for weapons while Chronos beheld the machine initializing. He noticed the multiple joints moving to show a magnetic supported Antimagic shield and many digital locks opening to release a railgun, homing missile batteries, grenade launchers, two cannon barrels with heavy-armor penetrating ammunition enhanced with magic, magic-based ammunition machine guns, and flamethrowers. The Tyranno-AMHAR: Peacemaker was not a war machine, it was an extermination device.

Then again, the vampyres were vulnerable by day due to the presence of sunlight so per chance we run into any, I would have another opportunity to redeem myself. As expected when I arrived at the training course, the Black Moon pack were ready for their latest mission. With the skills that Cassius had shown me, I contacted him with a message that I and the lycans that he requested for, were in an organized state. As the forty of us approached the outer gates, a cloud with the pigmentation of black mist descended and when it had settled, the almighty Cassius could be seen. “Let’s get going. Shall we?” Cassius said opening a portal with his warlock abilities.

he said. Isla then groped for the drawer, and she gasped when she pulled it. Inside was a black gun. “That was Magnum. One of the high-powered guns. Can you use it?” Zero breaks the abrupt silence. Isla grabbed it gently. She gasped when it felt heavy. However, the excitement inside her every time she held a gun lingered. She smirked. “Of course,” she replied. “Great,” Zero smiled, “Now, you just need to shoot the car tires,” he added.