Blake Weapon Rwby Novels & Stories

Blake’s dark thick hair was soaking wet from the rain. He was wearing a dark trench coat, black slacks, and black boots. Everyone was flabbergasted, especially Brock. He had gone pale. “Hey, big brother,” Blake said as he walked towards them with his gun up. “Why don’t you slowly take that gun out of your pocket?” Everyone looked at Brock. Brock’s cheeks started glowing red. “Do it, Brock, or I’m going to plug one in Lexi right in front of you,” Blake said and pointed the gun at Lexi. “I’ll shoot her way before you can stop me.”

The water spout, as wild and powerful as a tornado, crashed down, snuffing out the flames instantly. Gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd. Rendok's face turned pale with shock. "I'm no ordinary werewolf. I guess you didn't do your research," Blaze said, his voice dripping with mockery and contempt. Blaze raised his hands, and from his palms, brilliant light beams shot out, piercing through the air with deadly precision. The dragons became targets in his deadly game, each beam striking with unerring accuracy.

She is the best thing to ever happen to me. I owe Blake so much for getting Raya out and I plan to ask him to be our warlock. While Raya packed a backpack full of things she didn't want to part with, I spoke with Amaya. She told me that Blake was a very talented warlock, and explained to me why he chose to be the Eclipse Moon Pack's warlock. I could understand his reasoning, and it helped that he didn't do it for Elliot or the pack, but for the now deceased Luna.

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.

Beta Tyler adds, his wolf growling as his eyes turn dark. "And you should. Rip his damn throat out. But- I am still going." she says, making alpha Blake growl. "Don't you dare growl at me? I'm one of the best warriors and you know it. He messed with my sister and our pack, I am not going to stand around with arms crossed Blake. I'm going." she says turning and leaving as she swings her rifle over her shoulder. "Was that... The new M16 assault rifle she carrying?" I asked, impressed by her choice of weapon. Alpha Blake smiles proudly, nodding his head as she walks away.

I asked, barely above a whisper. He hesitated, his eyes darting to the timer. I could see his throat move as he swallowed hard. “Answer me,” I said, louder this time. He sighed shakily. “Yes… it’s bad. It’s a Crimson Ultra Charge, my lady. Military grade. One of the deadliest kinds.” My blood ran cold.. “Get me out of here,” I snapped, my voice rising. Blake ran a hand through his hair, scanning the straps and wires. “We have to stay calm…”

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.

I guess Blake was suspicious if he was really meeting me and not someone else. Once all of us arrived at the scene, we see two guys fighting vigorously. My eyes widened when I see Rai’s hand start to turn into a weapon like last time. It wasn’t long before Blake sees it but thinks nothing of it because he pulls out a weapon of his own. He pulled out an ax and was ready to swing it towards Rai. Rai sees it and aims to swing his weapon not to block the ax but to land a hit on him before he does.

She almost didn't dare to open her eyes, afraid that the bullet would just be closer, but she did. Standing in front of her, snarling, was Blake. His brown hair grew longer by the second and fur erupted along the edge of his shoulders, poking out from the now ripped seams of his jacket. She could see the fear in Colonel Bronn's eyes as a beast of his own creation stared him down. He held a bloodied hand to his chest, the red streaks leaking onto his uniform. Her brother had swiped the gun out of his hand and it had skittered across the floor and under one of the tanks. Blake made a horrible howling noise, something trapped between human and wolf, and lunged for the Colonel.

Liana’s POV I burst into Blake’s room. He’s draped in an armchair by the window and doesn’t look up from the book he’s reading—the blue tome with stars on the spine that he took from my chambers. “Please, do come in, little rabbit.” He flicks to the next page. “No need to knock.” “He’s hurt. You need to come. Now.” “What’s wrong with him?” “Wolfsbane.” His expression is unreadable, but he gets up.