Blade Daywalker Weapons Novels & Stories

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

She picked up a bow and arrows. Her bracelet lights up and showed, “Select a maximum of two weapons only.” She then looked at Andrik, Blaize and Tradd to show the message to them. “Too many weapons to choose from.” Blaize scanned the weapons and he eyed the iron brass fist. He knows how to box and that would be a good choice for him. He picks it up and then moved to where the guns are lined up. Taser guns? Nah. Real guns? Sure. He picked up and hand gun and checks it. He removes the magazine to check it and it has three bullets.

But my most dangerous weapon was no longer steel, it was the darkness pulsing in my blood. Nathan walked beside me. His armor, dark as the midnight sky, swallowed the light around it. His wings were folded tightly against his back, yet with every step the power coiled within them was unmistakable. The Hunter had returned, but when he looked at me, the memory of the bedroom still smoldered in his eyes. They were already waiting for us in the hall before the armory. Jake leaned against the wall, checking his weapons. The modern assault rifle taken from the military was a strange contrast to the ancient obsidian blade hanging at his side. His face was unreadable, but his movements were tight an

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

I walked to my bed and kneeled down, reaching underneath. My fingers grabbed hold of something, and with a little effort, I pulled out a black suitcase. A smile crept across my lips as I unzipped it, revealing the weapons inside. My fingers gently traced over the cool silver of my daggers and the sharp wooden stakes. "Which one of you will be lucky enough to sink into those monsters tonight?" I whispered, giggling softly as I ran my fingers over them. I played a little game with myself. "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…" My finger landed on a silver dagger, specially designed for werewolves. Next, I grabbed a wooden stake, its tip coated in vervain, a deadly substance for vampires. Then, I picked up

It was him. My kidnapper. And in his hand, he held a weapon. A sharp, curved blade that glowed faintly in the dim light. Silver. My stomach twisted. That wasn’t just any weapon—it was designed to severely injure werewolves, making it harder for them to heal. I couldn’t let Alexander and Carlo see him. If they did, they’d attack, and he’d hurt them. I had to get them out of here. Now. “You both need to leave,” I blurted out.

An algum wooden case was only used to transport one thing. A double silver laced blade. It was a forbidden weapon capable of killing a Lunara. They were exclusively produced in Ironwood. My eyes went back to Theron, watching as he feigned a hearty laughter with the gardener, my fist clenching in rage. As much as I wanted to kill him at this moment, I had to be tactical. If I started a war, Vie and my pup could be hurt. That was a risk I wasn't ready to take. I had to choose a surgical strike instead of an open attack.

Possibly unstable. I rolled my jaw, tension building in every line of my body. “Terminate if necessary.” That was Creed's code for eliminating the evidence. Which meant if Elias was even half as brilliant—and reckless—as the rumours claimed, he was already a walking dead man. I was just the bullet they’d chosen. I sighed, opened the side drawer of the desk, and pulled out the black tactical duffel I always brought to Creed operations. Inside: my collapsible blade, the silver-dipped one; a short-range scanner; flashbangs; comms; suppressor for the Glock.

"Come on, it's me you're talking to. Nothing can get in my way when I set my mind on something." One weapon stood out the most, a twelve-inch combat dagger as clear as ice. The handle was a gold lion head with ruby stone eyes that cast a red shadow down the blade giving it an ominous blaze. "I knew you would like that one. It actually comes in a pair with this handgun." He opened a second compartment revealing more weapons. "Both are made from sand and metal, but the dagger is more than it seems." More than it seems, "Care to elaborate?"

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.