Blue Archive Guns Novels & Stories

Up and down. I looked up at his hazy blue eyes, and then down at the thing half concealed by his suit jacket. The butt of a gun stuck from his waistband, hooked on the lip of his belt. I recognized the make. A Glock 17. Standard military and police issue. Seventeen in the clip, one in the pipe. Fully automatic. Fully illegal. Elian saw me looking. His grin curved higher. “Like what you see?” “I prefer not to dance with a handgun.” I hid my wariness. Should have seen this coming anyway.

Bullets were shooting through all directions as he made her duck inside a clothing shop and guarded her with a gun from his waist. She was petrified at the sight. Three men were shooting from the other side as the other one saw her in the shop. Zohan was shooting, making bullets shower before him. He looked behind now and then to see if she is safe. When he looked behind again, he didn’t see her. “Gloria,” He whispered. Putting the gun in his back he ducked down and dialled a number. “Shootting right at my location, send bridges.” Bridges was the code name for the army of weaponry.

The moment I do, Kella’s instincts kick in and she pulls me and Drake across the room as something in the drawer explodes, sending a dusting of powder into the air. Drake growls, beside me. “Now I know what the gloves are for,” he says, going to the desk and picking up some heavy looking gloves. He goes to the drawer, pulling out a box. It looks like it might be wood under the dusting of powered silver and vervain. Drake takes it to the bathroom attached to the office and dumps it in the sink. I hear the water turn on as he grabs a towel and washes off the box. When he brings it back out, he sets it on the desk and opens it slowly.

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

Two of the warriors had just pried open the top of the largest crate with a crowbar, pulling back layers of straw to reveal rows of heavy gray rifles. My heart sank into my stomach the second I recognized the specialized manufacturing marks on the metal barrels. "Those are black-market weapons," I whispered, my internal monologue instantly switching to pure tactical analysis. "Specifically, the heavy military-grade stuff left over from Brennan’s old supply lines before we locked him down." "This is impossible," Valerie whispered back, her face turning completely pale in the dark as she stared through the glass. "My father ordered all of Brennan's old contacts in this region to be permanently

Kristen muttered while kevin just winced. "But before you go I have something that might help you both" Uncle David said as he motioned for a young boy to bring something wrapped in a blue clothe. He placed it in Nacen's hands. Nacen looked at him, puzzled as he unfolded the clothe. It happened to be two black revolver guns, but they looked a bit different from the normal gun with special silver markings on them. Nacen and Kevin looked at him in surprise. "Uncle David, is this a silver-infused bullet gun?" Nacen asked excitedly to which he smiled in answer.

Big Bird tried to punch me, when Annie punched him first, knocking him out, while I restrained Boy Blue. "Thanks, girl," I said to Annie, who nodded, then ripped a Kimber Solo 9mm autoloader from her boot and shoved it into Boy Blue's temple. "Not another word and not another move or I blow what little brains you have across the side of the van. Got it?" Boy Blue laughed, knowing that a bullet to the brain probably wouldn't kill him, but would give him a headache he wouldn't forget. "With that thing?" "You wanna find out?" Annie challenged as the corners of her lips curled. The weapon looked small, but was a brand new weapon, top of the line, guaranteed to splatter a vamp's brains halfway ac

Could it just be my mind playing tricks on me? Blake grabs the rifle from Thomas’ hand, “we can’t use guns, someone might hear the shots”. He puts the rifle away and I feel a little ray of hope returning. If he's worried someone might hear the shots from a gun, then maybe there are other people around here somewhere. If they try using something like a knife, I have a chance of getting away. I could fight, I could fight and run like hell. Blake stoops down and pulls out a hunting bow. He hands it to Barry and stoops down and gets another, “you have used one of these before haven’t you?” He looks at Barry.

“Mom would not have wanted this. She wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself like this. Or me.” Something flashed in his eyes for a moment—a little pause in the tempest roaring inside him. But just as quickly, it was carried away by the flow of his hopelessness. His head lowered into his hands, and he slumped forward. The rifle dropped from his grasp and thumped dully on the porch. With shaky breathing, Catalina reached for the gun. Her fingers trembled as she moved it beyond reach, her eyes fixed on the man before her—the man who used to be her father.

Arthur slowly raised his hand, despair filling Tracey’s heart. Outside the warehouse. The blonde man had just stepped into his car when two gunshots rang out from the warehouse. The blonde man took out his phone, opened the surveillance inside the warehouse, and saw Blair's sister and son lying in a pool of blood. The man chuckled, took a screenshot, and sent it to Stephen. "Head to the port," he instructed the driver. At the Arkhill Port. The night had cast a mysterious, gloomy light over the entire sea surface, seemingly calm and peaceful. Beneath the sea's surface, currents were swirling.