Black Rock Shooter Novels & Stories

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

Suddenly, the heavy, reinforced glass entry door of the shower block shattered inward with a deafening, explosive crash. The sound of gunfire didn't echo—it ripped through the steam like a physical whip. A spray of sharp, black titanium crossbow bolts punched directly through the thick mist, two of them embedding themselves deep into the mahogany bench right where Asher had been standing a second before. The silhouette of an operative clad in grey tactical gear lunged through the shattered threshold, a combat knife flashing in the damp light. Asher reacted with a lethal, instinctual speed, throwing his massive body directly in front of mine as the attacker swung the blade straight toward his

"Rock, Shin! Kill him! Once we're done here, we'll head into Eastblue city to kill off all their families in revenge for the death of my son!" "Yes sir!"the too many standing behind him roared in unison and acknowledgement of their masters order as they stepped forward. What made these two men stand out was the way they were dressed. The one was dressed in all black was Rock, while the one in all white was Shin. They were Lucas Brown's right hand men and had killed hundreds of people. They were notoriously known for being ruthless and no one had ever survive their attacks. They were the reason Lucas Brown was where he was today.

Not even Raven Blackwood. When I walked inside, the door was surprisingly open. I didn’t care. I kept the grip tight on my gun as I kept my watch around, and then I saw it. Raven fucking Blackwood was standing with his back against the first floor’s doorframe. I raised my gun and fired all my bullets at his back. The blood instantly covered his back, and he dropped to the floor with a heavy thud. “Hah,” I chuckled under my breath, “See. This is what happens when you cross me.”

Black shut the door tight and went to the front seat, opened a safe, and brought out a gun. “Kill them all” Black said. “But boss, I think we need to keep one alive to know who sent them” Tyson proposed. Black glances at him with a murderous look and his left brow is slightly raised. His mouth compressed in a manner that says more than his words. “I'm sorry boss” Tyson apologized immediately. Black fired the first shot and his men joined in releasing shots at the men with now useless weapons. They tried to run but they have nowhere to run to as they were being shot from behind as well. Their bodies probably look like fishing nets at the moment, soft and full of holes.

The other option was that whoever fired the rifle wasn't experienced, hence the minor wound to their target but still didn't explain why the rifle was left. Lucas moved slowly, eyes dancing over the snow. Something else happened to make the shooter drop their weapon, but what? It was still unclear until he spotted where the blanket of ice had been disturbed. The way it was stamped down and cut up told of the struggle that had happened. Tiny red droplets marred the perfect whiteness like rubies on a blanket. The blood had frozen from the temperature. Gradually they grew bigger until they came to an end at a patch of smeared blood. Lucas crouched down onto his haunches, gloved finger tracing a

Isang grupo ang pumalibot sa akin. “Do not move a muscle, Manslayer 021, or we will be forced to shoot. We are ordered to take you down.” “Oh, well. What a bummer.” I pointed the gun at the guy, “bang!” I imitated the sound of a gunshot and they all flinched. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA kalma! Wala na akong bala.” I pulled the trigger a few times and the gun clicked. Itinapon ko iyon bago ngitian 'yong lalaki.

He knew there were no bullets in it but, hopefully they wouldn't call his bluff. "Hey man," the man put his hands up. "Are you Seven from the Sabers?" "Who wants to know?" He cocked his gun hoping that they would be intimidated and run away. Four other men appeared from around the corner and a couple more jumped down from the roof of the store. He was surrounded. "You're on our territory, man." The guy smirked and shook his head. . "You should know better than to trespass on someone's else's territory." "I don't even associate with them anymore. I'm done living that kind of lifestyle." Seven explained as he slowly backs away.

< BBOOMM! Suddenly the door was broken to pieces, all the bandits were shocked by it, and somebody came in. A Man, wearing weird black clothing, the man was stoic and firm. He was holding a black metal object, as he pointed towards the bandits, fires come out and the next instance the bandit's heads were blown off, just like that the bandit was killed.

" Rocky was furious about being woken up. He pulled out a pistol from under his pillow, and aimed it at a subordinate who barged into his bedroom. "What the hell are you—" Rocky froze before he could finish his sentence. His trusted subordinate had a gaping hole in his lower abdomen. Blood continued to gush out. Rocky's pupils contracted instantly. He jumped out of bed, and pushed the window open. Bang! Just then, a group of people barged into the room. They pulled the trigger on Rocky without saying a word. Rocky leapt down from the window. He was on the third floor. The mob rushed to the window, and kept firing at him. Blood splattered across his back, and he fell to the ground. However, h