Black Lagoon Revy Guns Novels & Stories

My mind was so much bent on figuring this out that I didn't realise I was the only one left in that crate area that lead to the reserve. Scratch the panther's skin, scratch the panther's skin. Scratch the panther's skin and it will reveal its true self to you. Scratch the...panther?...panther?..black...scratch...to reveal..blac... And it dawned on me. I felt the black surface of the crate's bottom. It felt like plywood. I clinched my palm into a fist and pounded twice on it. It gave way to reveal an AWM and DP-28 with 8× scope and 6× scope respectively with two energy can drinks.

Her hands shook as she opened her palm and he placed the small black cone on it. “What is that? Is that some kind of…” Marco trailed off with a curious look on his face. “Prototype. Lipstick case prototype,” Tamara gritted out. "Thanks.” She nodded stiffly as she spun around and forced herself to walk out of the company at a normal pace. The sun outside the building warmed Tamara’s shoulders slightly. She took off her sunglasses and squinted as a black car came to a stop in front of her. The car window rolled down to reveal Marco.

I considered the firearms, running my fingers along the sleek, deadly curves. Mark leaned back in his chair, dark eyes appraising me coolly. "The Beretta 92FS is always a reliable choice," he murmured, tapping the sleek black pistol with a calloused finger. "Accurate, lightweight, and packs a punch. I've also got the latest Glocks—polymer frames, high magazine capacity. Perfect for your men."

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.

Before I could say anything, a thunderous earth-shattering howl shook the entire fortress. The Lycan beast stood at the main doorway, towering over the light of the flame. Its eyes were primitive and intense as it peered straight through me as if the beast saw something in me that it wanted. Lucius murmured and signaled for his guards to move forward and take down the beast. Confusion and chaos engulfed the room, and everyone went wild. The black figure surged wildly at the guards, its tremendous power and strength cutting through their skin with ease. Allison then held the relic in her palms, staring at it both nervously and firmly. "Lucius! We have to go now!"

Blair positioned herself on that marking while Colton walked to the closet and removed the protective equipment. - "What's the difference between a revolver and a pistol?" Colton asked. He had already explained that question to the woman at another time. - "While the revolver can be loaded with up to six bullets, the pistol can be loaded with sixteen bullets, or more" - "Very good" On the same wall where the protective equipment cabinet was located, there was a rack with several weapons of different calibers. Colton chose two low-caliber revolvers, and then walked over to Blair.

The strip of black cloth rested in Lucas's hand like a silent warning. No one spoke. The embroidered crest of the Black Fang Pack was unmistakable, but it wasn't the symbol that unsettled Scarlett. It was the dark stain soaking into the fabric. The blood hadn't dried completely. Whoever had worn it hadn't been gone for long. The forest around them suddenly felt different. A few moments earlier it had been nothing more than another stretch of woodland separating them from Moonwater Lake. Now every tree seemed capable of hiding danger, every shadow appeared deeper than before, and every gust of wind sounded like footsteps just beyond their reach.

When we met face to face, Sarah and I both froze in shock. She wore a pure white silk robe and brand-new deerskin boots, her hair cascading like a waterfall—clean and silky smooth. I wore a leather cloak that had rotted over twelve years, reeking of mildew and blood. My mane was tangled and matted, intertwined with dried grass and thorns, my skin roughened like tree bark from years of fighting and hard labor. It was as if she were the noble and elegant Luna, while I was merely a lowly, weak Omega.

“In the description, it's a Colt Python Revolver. 357 magnum, 6 round shot, 6 inches long. This is quite a weapon if you ask me.” “It sure as hell is.” Reeves whispered as our eyes remained glued to the crate. “You guys ready for testing?” I looked between Mason and Reeves. “Hell yeah.” Reeves smirked. “Let's do it.” Mason nodded. I turned to the men in front of us, “get three loaded, please. Two bullets each.” “Right away.” I barely had any experience with these things, but I was super excited to try this one out. There was something attractive about revolvers, and this particular one was definitely calling my name.

Calvin said in a cold tone. After that Calvin turned to Leon and looked at each other with Leon. Leon nodded his head slightly, then he looked back at Venus in front of him. "Why are you looking at me like that? Is the card I gave you not enough?" Venus then raised the black card in her hand. "Are you sure you want to give this card to me? I don't have any money right now, so I won't return the contents of the money I used." Leon smiled mockingly.