Black Lagoon Revy Guns Novels & Stories

"The Shepherd said the Arbiter is the most dangerous. She believes she's righteous. She'll never turn." "Then you'll have to kill her." "I know." "Can you do it?" I thought about the wolves the Council had caged. The children they'd used as messengers. The Sorrow's daughter, separated for centuries. "Yes." --- We walked to the stone circle at dawn. The Arbiter was already there. No mask. Her silver hair gleamed in the first light. Her eyes were cold. "You came." "I always keep my word." She drew her blade. Not silver—black, obsidian, carved with symbols that seemed to drink the light.

A jaw cracked beneath my palm, a stomach folded beneath my knee, a weapon clattered beneath my heel. Then the gun. Bang! Fire tore across my shoulder. Pain seared hot, sharp. I didn't falter. I lunged, twisting his arm until the gun dropped, then slammed his skull into the truck's bumper. Blood sprayed. Shadows stirred behind the truck. More men-ten, fifteen. Enchanted. Their eyes are glassy, their movements unnatural. "Shift. Now! Amber flared in my eyes, bones trembling, claws begging to burst free. Then I caught it-a camera fixed to a lamppost. If I shifted, humans would see.

he announced, his voice firm and authoritative. The room erupted into a chorus of whispers and murmurs, the sound like a gentle hum of surprise and intrigue. Lucan's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression a blend of respect and curiosity. I discreetly scanned the warriors standing behind him, my eyes searching for any signs of the mark – a subtle tattoo or ink that might indicate their allegiance to the mysterious pack working with Crescent Pack. But there was nothing, no visible signs of any markings. I exchanged a brief glance with Ragnar, and he shook his head almost imperceptibly, a silent confirmation that he too had seen nothing.

In his hand, he carried a hard, black polymer case. He stopped near a large, weathered piece of driftwood that had washed up near the base of the cliffs, he set the case down on a flat rock. "Here," he said. I stopped, watching him. The air felt different here, he clicked the latches open. Inside, nestled in dark grey foam, lay a gun. It was black, sleek, and terrifyingly modern. "Beretta 92FS," Luca said, "Reliable. It won't jam if you get sand in it."

Dominic stared at me for a few seconds before retrieving a black gun, “This is Glock 17 and what you will be using today for the training. It is light, has low recoil, and the grip is textured in case your palm gets all sweaty.” I watched as Dominic flexed the gun, and in a daze, my eyes trailed over his muscular arms. He was on a black sleeveless shirt, showing his powerful arms and the outline of his toned biceps. Dark gray joggers hung on his hips and showcased his muscular arms, heightening his raw masculinity. I tried not to ogle, but my eyes were traitors, they would not listen to me. Well, not like I planned to stop them. The sight in front of me was…

"The Ministry's iron fist. They don't use AI targeting because AI can be hacked. They use eyes and fingers. You can't hack a man with a rifle, Ren." Below them, in the cargo bay, Leo (Tank) was crouched behind a barricade of crates near the open ramp. He held a massive, belt-fed light machine gun that Rook had salvaged from a turret mount. It looked like a toy in his giant hands, but Ren saw the tremor in his fingers. "I've never shot a real person," Leo whispered into the comms. "Avatars... they respawn. These guys won't."

We put on our goggles, head-pieces and gloves and made our way towards the counter where Charles provided us with our guns. "Which model is this?" Trevor asked as he ran his fingers over the metallic body of pistol. "Automag Four, .45 Winchester Magnum Cartridge." I responded. Trevor nodded in approval, "I personally prefer 5 but this will do nicely too." I grinned. "You know, I kept the bullet from the first time you taught me how to shoot."

“All hail Wren Blackthorn, Luna of the black moon pack.” “Hail.” The pack sounded as one. “Well, isn't this nice?” A voice cut through the air.

Mom's voice cracked, and that was somehow worse than if she'd just said it mean. "What if we're setting her up to get hurt? What if she finds her mate tomorrow and he rejects her because she can't shift? You know how this works." I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. The blankets slipped from my hands and hit the ground with a soft thud that felt too loud in my ears. "Pick those up, kid." I spun around and there was Gamma Luca, watching me with those eyes that saw too much. My face burned hot because he knew I'd been listening and there was no point pretending otherwise.

It has been a habit since they were kids. “Do you even have an idea what my Beta did just to save your pretty face?” Marcus asked angrily, but when Nadine became pale, he darted his eyes away. Nadine frowned after she distanced herself from Marcus. She remembered hearing the sounds of gunshots earlier. Did his beta fire some shots too? “Why did you have to use guns? You could have just trampled those guys with your claws, or bite them!” Marcus groaned and replied, “In a broad daylight? Do you think it’s a good idea if someone will find those dead bodies?”