Black Lagoon Revy Guns Novels & Stories

Are all the weapons stored there? Thirty minutes passed. Malik finally returned with two long-barreled weapons, which Arsenio wanted. "This is the weapon you want. The latest RV 7000 and GM 1000S." Malik put the weapon on the table. Arsenio widened his eyes and nodded slowly then. "Can I touch it?" "Please!" After getting permission, Arsenio touched the two weapons. He stroked it gently, treating the two solid objects like babies. "This is extraordinary. Dad will definitely like it," muttered Arsenio in amazement.

Yes readers, this is the end of Black Luna, just as how I imagine it. But hey, Black Luna fits this story doesn't it? Black means dark, not good, bad things will happen vibe? And she's a Luna, so...fits! I think you will exclaim and say "Huh?! Over already?! So this means...." And a question after that. So I'll answer some questions which I think you'll be wondering. 1. So this is the ending?!

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.

It was a capability that set them apart, made them assets in the coming confrontation with Darkhood. The lair was silent again, but the air felt charged, as if the power of Aria and Light had infused the space with an undercurrent of electricity. I could sense the weight of Nathan's words settling among us. Hybrids like Aria and Light were rare jewels, powerful, precise, and potentially game-changing in the conflict ahead. I glanced at Aria, then at Light. They were calm, but I knew they understood the significance of what they'd just displayed.

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.

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?”