Blue Archive Guns Novels & Stories

Zayden The southern port district reeked of diesel fuel, rotting fish, and freezing ocean brine. Heavy freezing rain lashed against the corrugated iron roofs of Warehouse 14, echoing like a hail of gunfire. Inside the cavernous, dimly lit hangar, thirty heavily armed mercenaries from Victor Romano’s top syndicate stood positioned around three massive steel shipping containers—filled with thirty million dollars' worth of military-grade munitions that belonged exclusively to the Blackthorn conglomerate.

It's filled with guys I know, so I'm fist bumping and side clapping hands. "Ok." Blade continues. "Check your weapon. These are standard issue air rifles. Your 'clip' holds twenty five Paintballs. Once you're spent, you will need to get some from your team or hunt out more. Only use your color. The only other color you can use is red. We all pulled out our air rifles. One kid fired his accidently, hitting another in the back of the head. The painted kid punched the other kids arm. "Hey!"

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER ONE MARIA PAUL'S POV .......................................................................................... It was a day to my freedom to run,to crawl or to swim but at most i must move and never slow down. With my poor heart beating profusely, mind racing as i went through the thousand different things that could possibly go wrong tonight. My body ached and my hands shew, the whip marks printed on my skin. I had to do this to save myself. My hands shook with trepidation as i quickly threw clothes into the largest bag i could find, thought after thought occupying my mind . I had to get out of here that was all that mattered.

Ridge ran for Zander’s hand, trying to get the gun. I fell to my knees as everything seemed to move in slow motion. Rock dropped low and lunged forward, trying to take out Zander’s other leg. Zach and Ryan quickly picked up on the plan and moved as well. Zach went for the gun and Ryan just jumped toward Zander however he could. Nate’s teeth sank into Zander’s back as Pike’s went into his calf. Zander turned, trying to shake them off just as the gun went off. “No!!! No,” I screamed, my heart nearly stopping. I couldn’t stand losing any of them.

Malachi said as they watched the live feed I opened on my phone, courtesy of Bluebird. “That’s where I’d come in from,” I said and he nodded. “This is really great, Levi,” Kiran said. “Good. I’ll go show you where I want to hide the guns.” Kiran would shield them so they would stay unhindered by the cold and weather and they’d be invisible to everyone but me. I included Kiran and Malachi’s houses in the perimeter and now also my house.

I lifted it out with careful hands and opened the latch. There it was. A sleek silver pistol with a pearl handle, nestled in custom-fitted foam. Below it were six bullets that gleamed with an odd, blue tint. Wolfsbane. Enough to kill six werewolves, or one werewolf six times over. I stared at the weapon that could end Darragh's life, that could destroy everything I cared about. In Ciara's vision, this gun was the difference between my best friend living and dying. Between having a future and losing everything.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

My heart hammered as we crouched behind a toppled bronze statue, scouting the massive Archive compound for a way through the spreading brawl. “I see Paris. I see France. I see Blayne’s underpants,” Azara joked, making my head shoot up to take a glimpse. I spotted Blayne across the yard by the front door. He had a wolf in each hand as he kicked a third away. My stomach clenched at the very man that I was avoiding. From beside us, Benji picked up his rifle from his chest. He leveled it in the Gamma’s direction. He aimed, shooting flawlessly and hitting the wolf in Blayne’s right hand while Jakub took out the left, freeing the Gamma to take care of the third.