Black Lagoon Revy Guns Novels & Stories

The bullets were made up of silver and were filled with wolfsbane. Strong enough to kill pack wolves, let alone the rogues. “Don’t you find it weird that they used the old methods to attack us, Gamma?” Someone asked me, confusion and curiosity evident in his voice. “Where are you going?” I asked Nolan through mind-link at the same time. “This is weird and yes, we are going to do a full investigation on this. But for now, concentrate on killing them. We need to finish this as soon as possible,” I replied to that warrior and waited for Nolan’s reply through mind-link.

It was late, and the road stretched out before them in a silent, deserted line, lined with trees that cast shadows over the pavement. Graig sat in the passenger seat, his mind churning with thoughts of revenge, his grip tightening on the leather armrest as he mulled over his plans. Out of nowhere, the silence was shattered. Tires screeched as a convoy of sleek, black vehicles swerved into view, blocking the road ahead. The headlights blinded Graig’s driver, forcing him to slam on the brakes. “Father... what’s going on?” Zach whispered, his voice a mix of confusion and fear.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐥 The hydraulic whine of the gunship’s rear ramp closing shut cut off the damp, salt-heavy air of the Calabrian coast sealing the cabin into a pressurized chamber of low-frequency vibrations. Inside the dimly lit cargo bay, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Lucian Blackwood sat on the cold steel floor, shoved into a corner between two heavy equipment crates. The tailored charcoal suit that had once commanded respect in Manhattan boardrooms was torn at the knees, caked in coastal mud and gravel.

' Caris said, and I scoffed. 'Stop acting like a coward. We have two loaded guns with 12 bullets each and 16 daggers. We can easily take down 40 rogues without touching them if we are flexible in our fighting techniques. And did you forget my power to control their powers?' I said before walking forward, looking around to protect myself from any danger lurking in the woods.

I tap the keys controls and a random car beeps. "No way….!" Alex gasp. "This baby is our ride" she giggles at a black coloured 2021 model lamborghini. "No way!!" We rush to the car. "It's speed is abnormal" I feel the cars surface. "Honestly,I love being a huntress" Alex smiles. "Sometimes I do,another I don't" my expression mix. "Ignore the car mate,these weapons are dope" Alex calls. Rifles,snipers, bazookas, wolf banes,silver katana swords,silver blades,cross bows,silver arrows,short guns,wolf bane grenades,mini guns e.t.c

He raised his hand to pull off his mask and words fell out of my mouth to perhaps delay the process. “I-I get you do not want to draw Damien's all powerful father's attention. But is there really no way else you can do this?” Axel Black tore off his dark mask, demonical expression hidden by the shadows of far burning torches. “Absolutely not, dear Luna.” And then he kissed me, drawing my jaw up so I met his bone cold lips. I froze over. Just like before, I felt the slippery, sweet coolness of poison sliding down my tongue down to the back of my throat.

They instead replaced them with the colors of the Ravens - a matte black with hues of blues and greens and purple under the right angles. All of them still had the shield and machine pistol combo, except Raijin had an Unranked Multi-beam Plasmacutter on her shoulder. It was purely utilitarian and industrial in nature, but she wasn’t there to fight in the first place. Max on the other hand, had a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Grenade Launcher. It was simple, effective, and devastating. “Want us to bring down the pain?” asked T-Rex. “‘Coz we can. And we want to. Nothing crazy.”

The dim red lights in the tunnel reflected off his four black glossy slanted eyes. It was the tunnel’s dim red ceiling lights that helped Olivia see the monster’s pitch-black eyes. Those eyes were peeking through the leveler’s gated door, focusing on Olivia and Lukas. Olivia had a Beretta M-12 submachine gun strapped to her back, but her paralyzation wouldn’t let her reach for the gun. She could sense the creature’s wrath, and she knew that shooting at him would only make him angrier.

He pressed his thumb against a discreet scanner hidden in the trim. Click-hiss. A hidden compartment slid out from the undercarriage of the vehicle. Inside, resting on black foam, lay pure devastation. Baek reached in. He pulled out two H&K G36C compact assault rifles, their matte black finish gleaming in the rain. He grabbed a bandolier of magazines. Then, he pulled out a Kel-Tec KSG shotgun, a bullpup pump-action nightmare capable of holding fourteen shells. Ryu’s eyes went wide. "Holy shit."

She tiptoed into the room and saw another lump with lots of hair scattered everywhere, it was her mother. The room was big and warm and had a smell of Lemon Basil Room Spray. Amaya walked to the cabinet where she knew her dad kept his guns. Her dad had two guns and insisted that her mum took one other gun around making a total of three. She opened the top drawer of the cabinet and saw a stealthy, wicked looking AGM-1 Carbine and beneath it was an Akdal Ghost TR01. She flinched as she touched the two cold guns and carefully brought them out. She kept the Akdal in one of her pockets, held the Carbine closely and tiptoed silently to the other side of the room.