Blade Daywalker Weapons Novels & Stories

Maybe both? * * * It took them hours. Or so it seemed. Working in silence. Yolanda used a list she’d received. She’d pull the items and adding them to carts. Bringing them forwards. Most of the weapons he could guess at, but others perplexed him. A pair of sheers made of silver. The sheers were for cutting the heads off a creature. But he didn’t know the creature because he didn’t have a hope in hell of pronouncing its name. Another item appeared to be a dart gun. It looked like a standard-issue piece of equipment. “What’s with all these dart guns? They look like they’re changed somehow.”

Neon swirled the dagger around in her hand, her muscles tense, ready to react at any moment, as she swiftly turned towards the direction of the voice. "I said I'm not an enemy!" The person, who turned out to be a boy who looked her age, screamed, raising both hands in fright. Neon's eyes settled on the gun in his trembling hand. It was a famous weapon among werewolf hunters, renowned for its ability to shoot from a long range and its deadly accuracy against even the fastest of werewolves.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side.

He put it back in the bag with a sad look on his face and at that moment I knew why Tala scared me sometimes. “You get what you pay for,” Bo said as he sat on a couch and played video games. “Gear up kid,” Levi said and I unpacked the second bag. Mine had a shoulder holster in and I put both guns in the holster and put my jacket on over it. It felt oddly comfortable and I looked at the hooked blade of the Karambit knife. I had always used a normal straight bladed knife. “So the people dying tonight, what you being paid for them?” Bo asked Levi.

Sky’s wolf stopped as he saw the figure fall dead on the snow. “Yes!” I pointed my pistol at the vampire that was fighting Gabe and shot him down too. The pistol with wooden bullets worked. When I had returned back to the mansion, I just wasn’t sitting and healing. The guild named Black Rose, which worked with Ray to rescue us, they used particular weapons to fight the bloodsuckers. I had spoken to their leader, Scar and asked what kind of weapons to use. Scar wasn’t surprised when I asked him about the weapons and he showed me ten different weapons. Unfortunately, the weapons they had were made by their workers and were exclusive to their gang. So I had to give them something in return for

One of the warriors spoke up, “Gamma Rory, I saw our Luna. She is bad ass. The mess she left behind took a long time to clean up.” Right. Some of the folks here saw the fight. I’m surprised they are not scared of me. Maybe because they are wolves or warriors. Who knows. I don’t want anyone to be afraid of me anyway. “I need a minute to set up.” I said as I dropped my bag on the bench. I opened the duffel and grabbed the thigh holsters and strapped them in. Then I grabbed some of the hand throwing knives and secured them in place before grabbing my scabbard. From there, the only knife different from my kabar knives is the bowie. It’s longer at sixteen inches. Then I grabbed my sheath for my w

Kalen selected an exotic sword, a pair of blue star exotic daggers, 2 rapid-fire automatic pistols, a Lawgiver 2-form gun and exotic armor. “I am ready for this mission,” he thought excitedly after he selected all the pieces of equipment he wanted. “Is this what it feels like to be a badass,” his expression slowly morphed into a grin. “Let’s do this!” The exotic sword had a blueish color to it. It had a lightning attribute to it. Kalen would give his enemies a little jolt of electric when he strikes them.

“Silence, vampire. You don’t not make demands here. You are in our territory now. We should kill you for stepping on our lands.” Damn wolves. I did not have time for this. I stepped over Atlas position myself in front of him. I pulled out the weapons that were hidden on my body and dropped them to the ground; two daggers, some shuriken, and a wolfsbane injection fell at my feet, an impressive haul taking in consideration the lack of clothing I was wearing, but still it was a light carry night.

No one should be coming through that door. I reached under my bed and pulled out the hunting knife Caleb gave me for my seventeenth birthday. Silver blade, custom grip, balanced for throwing or close combat. He said every warrior needed a weapon that didn't depend on claws or fangs. I never went to bed without it within reach. I moved to my bedroom door and pressed my ear against it. Footsteps. Heavy but slow. One person. They were moving through the kitchen toward the hallway. Toward the stairs. My phone buzzed. Theo again.