Blade Daywalker Weapons Novels & Stories

They have brought me here. Great play! They are fuc*ing too smart. But they don't know who they have messed with. I guess I am only left with my skills now. Taking out the dagger in my combat. I grip it tightly. To get up. Cracking my neck to get ready for a bloodbath. They attack first and I slide my knife through their thick fur, painting them red like canvas. Their screams echo around as I move at inhuman speed. Dropping their dead bodies one after the other.

She said we were about rounding up when I felt a chill, they are here so I unsheathed my sword. "What's wrong," Evelyn asked "Get behind me," I said and she did, my pack warriors got on guard I looked around, it took like 10 seconds before Damien and Walter walked out with Ak47 each, things are about to get ugly. "Now you all are tired, and you all need Blake to be strong, all we need is to kill him and then the rest of you," Walter said, it's quite a problem they are with a gun, and the wolfsbane is still affecting everybody.

There was an electric padlock on it, and after a few seconds of her putting in the code, it unlocked. She opened it, and the lights automatically came on inside, revealing all kinds of weapons. There were so many guns. There were also grenades, missile launchers, knives, swords, and spears. And then special stick-like things that could be used to kill a vampire. The list just went on and on. Leon walked over to the blonde girl, and they talked as they tried to find out what they needed. After five minutes, they had made up their minds. They collected their weapons, and one particular one was chosen for the omega before it was brought over to her.

“We’re not your mothers. But we’re mated. We know how power plays out. And you’re about to walk into territory where wolves have been waiting for you to slip away from Blackridge just long enough to try something.” Lexara’s voice was flat. “I can handle myself.” “We know,” Bella said again. “We’re not warning you for your sake. We’re warning them for theirs.” The brothers didn’t show up all at once. They trickled into the courtyard as the sun climbed higher. Kael, Rurik, Bran, and Dain — each silent at first, each carrying something small and personal for her journey. Kael handed her a blade. Simple. Balanced. Forged by his own hands. “It doesn’t matter what they call themselves—Alpha, warri

I say as I walk toward Xaver and Enrico. Tears begin to moisten their faces as I make my way toward them. I walk behind them toward my wall of weapons. I put the knife aside, needing something more effective for this moment. My eyes scan over the various options, landing on one in particular. A custom-designed whip with metal shards on the end. Creating multiple lacerations in one single hit. My mouth salivating from the choice, I pick it up and walk back to the men in the chairs.

Xavier stepped forward. "This was made for the Flame-Walker?" "No," said Moses. "It is the Flame-Walker. Part of it, anyway. The weapon is alive. Waiting." The closer Xavier got, the warmer the room became. Fire crawled beneath his skin, familiar and foreign. The weapon began to glow, not gold, not red—but black fire. Dancing shadows of light. His fingers closed around the hilt. Pain struck first—pure, searing pain that ripped through his veins. Then power. Liquid, molten, ancient. His eyes rolled back as the blade pulsed.

Killian's POV I walked down the street alone, a wooden dagger balanced in my right hand, its sharpened edge catching the faintest reflection, the gun heavy in my left, loaded with silver and vervain. A hunter’s tools. A warrior’s burden. Then it hit me, blood. Thick, sharp, coppery. Not the cold smell of vampire blood. Not the wild pull of a werewolf’s. Humans. I moved faster, each stride covering more ground until a kilometer vanished in less than a second. And then I saw him.

A surge of determination coursed through her veins, dispelling any lingering doubts. Beverly carefully selected her weapons, each one a symbol of her strength and resilience. Her dual daggers, gleaming in the morning light, were her trusted companions. She strapped them to her waist, ensuring their secure placement. The weight of the blades served as a reminder of the battles she had fought and the battles yet to come.

The silver blade of the "System Dagger" did not draw blood when it struck Kaelen; it drew "Static." The moment the tip of the weapon made contact with the boy’s chest, the courtyard of the Blackwood Keep exploded in a flurry of grey, redacted pixels. Kaelen let out a shriek that sounded like a thousand glass bells shattering, but his body didn't fall. It "Lacked."

Then even before we land we start to strap on what we can, knowing that the game starts as soon as the helicopter takes off and that at least one of the other teams will be coming for us fast, wanting at least to take out me and my rifle. I sling that onto my back and then begin to strap on the hip and thigh holster that Blythe ordered for me, which is small and precisely measured enough for me to guess that Daphne had a hand in making it. I smile, silently thanking her for it as I fasten the last buckle. Then, to my distinct pleasure, Blythe starts to hand me guns. “What are all these?” I ask, laughing a little. “Compact revolves at your hips,” he says, nodding to me as I start to strap the