Blade Daywalker Weapons Novels & Stories

It’s now clear the reason why some snipers are set across the other buildings. “I am going in!” “You are on your own.” “We can’t sit our asses all night long and expect whatever that is in there to come to us!” “I’m not stopping you.” “I’m glad you are not.” Detective White pulls out his new Akdal Ghost TR01 with a 2.7 mm cartridge he got after he left the woods. He drops the magazine and empties the chamber to make sure he got the right bullets. All he now carries since after his encounter in the woods is a silver bullet. He believes if what in there is a werewolf, he got the right bullet for the damn creature. He reloaded and then said to Detective Carter: “Make sure your boys got silver b

The Demon chuckled. Kent quoted the Demon that the Blight Eater is the sister blade of the Trailblazer both are the original weapons of the Eternal knight but the Blight eater is well known throughout the realms as a God killer. The only weapon that can rip apart dimensions and even the ancient god’s fears that weapon as it holds billions upon trillions of souls from sinner to ancient gods it had kept them chained to its will sapping their power, freedom, and self-awareness from each individual and turning their power and giving it to the Eternal knight.

I lift one of the slats of the blinds high enough to peep through, and my heart halts. The same three figures in dark clothing standing still on the sidewalk outside my apartment building. Knives. Long, curved knives that glimmer with an unnatural silver light. I can even see from where I am standing that the air around the weapons appears to ripple like heat waves, as though the metal itself is aflame. Silver daggers. Just like the ones described in Dr. Blackwood's work. Weapons created to specifically kill werewolves. "Oh God," I mutter, slamming the blinds shut. "Oh God, oh God, oh God."

I was still unpacking the supply of weapons Tamara and Andrew gave me when they left me here to my own fate . My new Arsenal was enough to take out a pack of Rouges with all kinds of guns ranging from pistols, glocks , revolvers down to Assault riffles and sniper gears . And a set of silver katanas, silver bullets , wolves bane bullets , mountain ash , bows and arrows , even the supernatural poison that comes with a syringe set . I personally don’t even know what it’s made of . ‘’Does Xavier know you have all this in here ? ‘’ Lydia asked picking up an arrowhead

Another walked in, carrying a small case. Inside: compact weapons. A thin blade that could be hidden in the hem of a dress. A micro‑pistol designed to fit in the palm and pass most standard scans. A garrote line that looked like a decorative chain. “Personal choices,” the handler said. “Choose two.” Lys’s hands hovered over them. Her fingers went to the blade first. It balanced perfectly between her fingers, weight familiar. She could feel a ghost memory of sliding a knife into a thigh holster under a tuxedo of Kael’s eyes flicking down to note it and back up with something like amused exasperation

We must wear our stars which are small and looks like crochet. Once we reached the desk, Jeff who is in charge of this base greeted us and asked, "What you like to have a team?" Teams were called by their captain's name. Our big-mouth Becky started her list, once everyone got their weapons. I walked myself to the weapons room and picked up the set of Tanto knives and put them in the holders around my hip and one on my right thigh. Then I picked my favorite CZ 75 pistol pair and put it on my hip holster. Then Sig P2 38 on my left thigh holster. Get my Thranduil sword which I customized the handle myself on my back, picked extra bullets, and finally got MP5K and walked out. Once we were all se

He brought in a table with my weapons on it. I wore my leather gloves and scanned all the weapons that were laced with wolfsbane. I picked up the silver tri-dagger knife. My favourite. It had a spiral blade that hurt like a bitch. I had to leave my Ava in the middle of the night because of that scum. It was late morning by then and I missed her and needed to get it over with quickly.

They represent Miguel's legacy, a legacy now entrusted to Zelda to wield against the very forces that took Miguel's life. Gripping the sword's hilt, Zelda feels a surge of power coursing through her veins. She envisions herself standing against Sasha, her movements fluid and precise, empowered by the weapon's inherent ability to strike at the vulnerabilities of a werewolf. The daggers, slender and lethal, become an extension of her arm, promising both defense and retribution. Thorne's gaze lingers on Zelda, a mixture of concern and admiration evident in his eyes. He knows the weight she carries, the burden of wielding such potent instruments against a formidable adversary. But he also recogn

After blindly receiving the clothes, he continued to say, "What kind of weapons?" Dylan followed him, the hem of his blanket trailing on the floor as he walked. The blond werewolf led him to his table which was cluttered with papers and parts he couldn't bother identifying. Enzo opened one drawer, revealing an organized assortment of blades and knives that were a lot smaller than the ones he was used to seeing. "These are made out of silver." He took a reflexive step back, having his own share of experiences with the lethal element. "Why do you have them?"

A black whip appeared in her hand. Dark red leather strips wrapped around it while the whip’s edges were lined with razor-sharp metallic blades. The weapon radiated danger. Phoniex gently caressed the whip with her fingers. A smile slowly appeared on her lips. Beautiful. Dangerous. Hypnotizing. More streaks of light began shooting out from the crack one after another. The Blood Shadow Warriors moved swiftly, catching them expertly. Daggers. Crossbows. Swords. Long blades. Different enchanted weapons and ancient artifacts continued appearing before them.