Homestuck Weapon Novels & Stories

As he spoke, he picked up a slice of freshly cooked beef. "Jared, this stew that you invented is fantastic. Next time, I want more of this tomato broth or whatever it's called. That tangy, slightly sweet taste is just what I like!" I smiled agreeably, continuing to drop tripe into the pot without pausing. We sat around the table as a family, our cutlery darting in and out of the pot. Things couldn't have been more harmonious. But in the end, I'd underestimated the influence of the original male lead's plot armor. Isaac walked out of prison unscathed and even became a guest consultant to His Majesty.

But Magnux had refused to do that, not because he couldn’t, but because it ‘wasn’t his place to do it’. He might not have been of use then, but I imagined a warlock like him would know a thing or two about Darth. I pulled open the hidden weapon department from beneath the bed. I wondered what Eloise would have to say if she knew the very bed we’d made love on, hid all of these. I loaded a duffel bag with riffles, hand guns, bane-grenades, silver daggers, star daggers and a few other randoms. I paused when I heard the door creak open, light footsteps followed as Layla walked into view. I quickly hid the weapons.

When my fingers brush against the familiar small, locked box, my heart skips a beat. I pull it out carefully, unlocking it with a small key. Inside, nestled among other items, is a dagger. The blade gleams in the soft light as I take it out, the weight of it comforting in my hand. I strap it to my thigh, securing it tightly alongside the gun. With both weapons in place, I feel a small sense of control, even if it’s just an illusion.

Oliver came to a stop where several Changelings were mulling about gathering stuff from large trunks. “We managed to snag all this and then some from Senko’s base of operations.” Oliver walks over to one of the trunks and lifts the lid, pulling out a crossbow and several arrows. “These would suit you better.” Loading the weapon, Oliver aims it at the wall, “Clear!” He shouts before firing. An arrow whizzes across the room, the point digging into the plaster wall and sparking with electricity. “Well, shit,” I say impressed. “We have been trying to recreate these weapons for years but could never get them to work past one use.” I pull the arrow from the wall and begin to inspect it.

"Oh, you can't open it, can you?" Seeing Ethan Brooks taunting her, the mute woman gestured again at the weapon in her hand. Ethan Brooks was the one who didn't laugh, taking a couple of vague glances at the weapon in her hand through the light of the thunder. It wasn't a knife, it looked like the claw of some animal, a fingernail, but it was a little too big, longer than a human index finger, curved with an edge and sharp at the tip, it had to be a super-sized predator, and Ethan Brooks couldn't for a moment think of anything with a claw that big.

I pressed my thumb against the biometric scanner. The panel slid open with a soft hiss, revealing my sleek, velvet-lined weapon collection. Most alphas relied purely on their claws and teeth. But I was different. I was a master of the hunt, came from a long line of Hunphas and given a special weapon to end the abominable wolves. My hand landed on a heavy, custom-made silver gun holding the powder of death. The metal gleamed under the room's lights, polished to perfection. Damien watched me, his jaw dropping in surprise as I holstered the weapon under my suit jacket.

He whisper-yells in frustration, brows furrowing, “I told you to stop.” “I’ve been giving a chance to further experiment; how can you expect me not to take the opportunity. Special weapons can harm wolves and I’ve been working on one that stops their healing abilities through crystal dust.” I explained, digging into my bag and showcasing the pistol along with a bullet infused with gunpowder, silver and tourmaline that I stole from the company.

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.

It is only then they got to know why Huomei approved of this plan of getting daggers. She's a hardcore gamer girl. The kind of gamer girl who bought customized handmade anime figurines from japanese studios. While Yanlong only brought them here to get a dagger and get herself quality thief kit, Huomei went crazy buying a katana, halberd, twin twisted blades, a church blade and a ten sets of various throwing equipment. Yanlong stood beside her, inspected every weapon, making sure the weapon with the right material, hand grip and balance was chosen. This appearance of an expert, and the serious treatment given to their hobbies made HuoMei go even more shopaholic.

“And you’re not hiding anything from us?” I was expecting this kind of question. “I’m hiding a lot of things from you.” I turned to Stella and smiled. She scowled back at me. “Truth.” “You know you don’t have to ask my permission, right? There’s the bridge, all you have to do is cross .” I pointed at the bridge just in case they hadn’t noticed it. “You look like you’re ready for a fight. Plenty of monsters for everyone.” “We’ve got a bunch of cool gear we’ve been itching to try out,” said Zane excitedly. He had a bow with all sorts of extra bits attached to it and a quiver of arrows with different coloured feathers. They were very pretty.