Black Rock Shooter Novels & Stories

He is a perfect A student, even a topper in the entire school. His grades have always been perfect and no one can break his record. That makes people envy him but at the same time his arrogance arises a desire in them to kill him. Mr. Gorge smirked while he adjusted his lens on the high bridge of nose. "Zion...." Someone called him but he didn't hear. "Mr. Black?" This time a more formal and stern voice grabbed his attention. Zion lazily looked at him but stayed quiet. He was waiting for Mr. Gorge to speak first. Mr. Gorge gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Black would you mind coming here and drawing the whole nervous system?"

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.

Elizabeth " Black, black, black ace, have you any bullets? 🎶 Yes I, Yes I, Yes I do. 🎶 One for the joker, one for Queen, and one for the little diamond that just got his b--tt kicked. 🎶. (clicks gun) Standing above Diamond with a cruel smile and a wild look in her eyes, Elizabeth finally pulled the trigger, shooting down at her teammate. She laughed wickedly as she continued to fire the gun unstop. After firing 12 rounds of bullets, the barrel was empty and the bloody massacre was finally over. Seeing that her work was done, Elizabeth continued to laugh hysterically under the bright moon light. As soon as she was done, she gathered all 3 bodies of her dead teammates inside the car she cam

Maybe one day. “Blackheart, welcome to your Round One challenge. For the first round each competitor has been given something different, but all in the same vein,” he says cryptically. “You have thirty seconds to assemble the gun pieces that lay under the cloth while blindfolded and then hit your target. Only a perfect bullseye will suffice,” he says seriously, as the crowd moans ominously. Give me a fucking break. “The timer will begin the moment you put on the blindfold; do you understand?” I nod affirmatively. “Then let the challenge begin!”

Bryan shot his pistol three times, then pressed the button on the wall which drew his human cardboard target closer to where he was. “Not bad.” Kimberly shouted in the midst of the gunshots from other shooters, who we’re practicing in the shooting range. His target had a hole on the side of its head, on a shoulder and in the middle of its torso. “My turn.” She said after replacing the bullet ridden target with a new one, and pressing the button on the wall, which pushed it away till it got to forty meters away from where she stood.

So I did. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and rested it on the wall of the windowsill. Thankfully the edge was large enough for me to sit with folded knees. Then I looked out, maybe for hours but it felt like minutes. The pink sky turned into a dark blue, then eventually fully black. The moon was high and bright today, causing the light waves in the river to glisten. It felt like silk and diamonds gliding around the floor. Each wave made the glint dance at a different pace. I didn't know what time it was when I heard a knock on my door, but it did two things. First, it reminded me that I was at Blackwood Castle. Second, I remembered I wasn't here at my free will.

Somewhere, a car engine roared to life, then abruptly stopped with a boom. “They’re jamming signals,” Noah shouted. “I can’t call for backup!” “Then we handle this the old-fashioned way,” Damien growled, cocking his pistol. The Black Unit had arrived, six elite mercenaries in matte black gear, moving in formation like shadows with teeth. They breached the perimeter, silent and lethal. One by one. Until Grace stepped out from behind the garden wall. She tossed a flashbang. The explosion lit the olive grove like a second sun. Damien and Noah moved in from both flanks, precision gunfire, tactical angles. Years of training flowed through Damien’s muscles like memory. Two of the Black Unit droppe

she said quietly. ‎Mateo gave the slightest nod. ‎Then everything happened at once. ‎Gunfire. ‎Shouting. ‎Chaos. ‎It wasn’t clean. ‎It never was. ‎Isabella moved on instinct. ‎She didn’t freeze. ‎Didn’t hesitate. ‎A man came toward her. ‎Gun raised. ‎Too close. ‎She reached for the nearest weapon. ‎Turned. ‎Fired. ‎The sound echoed loudly. ‎The man dropped instantly. ‎Everything slowed for a second.

I screamed as I cut another rogue down. The Blackstone warriors are using their gifts to restrain the rogues with vines and cut each one down. Others are sending blasts their way and causing them to snap their spines against trees, and then I see Aiden pummeling through the sea of rogues that are trying to overtake Ironclaw.

She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl. " Hold your hands together so the cuts meet," he said. I turned and faced her, her pretty face was a charm on its own and I found myself struggling to concentrate. I stretched out my hands to her, she did the same and placed her cut palm on mine. A spark was felt and I knew she felt it as well. The fire began to burn so well. Our wolves began to collide and I was struggling to breathe. It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it.