Homestuck Weapon Novels & Stories

But the weapons in the dungeon were not as good and sophisticated as the ones in the secret room. Adam took several weapons that were not shaped like pistols. In the form of matches, smoking pipes and head belts. Adam put it in his pocket and put a small box gun tied his waist, at first glance no one would ever realize if it was a gun. They would have thought it was just an ordinary headband.

Her mother never uses them, they were a memento from their late grandfather who was a hunter. She opened one of the drawers in the room and took in the sight of the several weapons inside. There were tanto, sai, and odachi in the drawer. She pursed her lips. “Grandfather, I never use weapons and I don’t know how to use any of these… But I want to borrow your tanto for a while. Just for protection. Please help me.”

"What kind of weapons?" Jackson grinned, pulling out a metal case from his bag. He opened it to reveal several silver-tipped arrows and a couple of swords. "I figured we could use some of Edna's arrows and add some of our own. And these swords have been blessed by a priest to give them extra power." Marcus whistled in appreciation. "Nice work, Jackson. How long did it take you to make all this?" "A few days," Jackson said, closing the case. "But it was worth it if it means we can take down those creatures."

I smirk and flash my five-inch weapon, it extended to twenty inches. "Isn't this the coolest?" I say to Caleb as the smile falls from his face. Anger took over and he lungs after me. I back away and slap him across his shoulder with my weapon. It was made from iron so it has a hard impact when I use enough force to cause harm. It was one of Dad's inventions and it happens to be my favourite. Caleb yells in pain. Tamia waits no time and moves forward and tases him in his spine. He fell to his knees in pain, but she didn't stop. A crazy look in her eyes, he could die and I should stop her. I wouldn't want her to have that on her conscience.

The whiskey glass is there, half-empty, and beneath it— The bone pin. It's small and intricately carved, the kind of thing that belongs in a museum rather than hidden in a drawer. But it's the way it's designed that makes my blood run cold. It's a weapon. One of Tristan's weapons, probably. And judging by the way he was holding it, the way his eye went bright with violence, he was planning to use it. On someone.

Herman turned toward Talus. “And Master Talus.” Talus clicked his tongue. “Very well.” I released Herman with disgust and walked toward the table. The Thorn of the Bond was still pulsing. Each pulse of the weapon seemed to fall in time with my breath, as if it, too, recognized me. I leaned over the open box and looked at the weapon suspended in the air. It was large compared to human weapons. It wasn’t the size of a sword or as crude as a pistol. But that made it better. Truly useful weapons didn’t shout their threat. They waited for the exact moment to strike the right spot and destroy from within.

Ashton pointed out as we rounded a corner. The weapons closet came into view as we hurried down the hall. I could see a few warriors still in human form grabbing swords before hurrying out onto the grounds where the fight was in full swing. "You specialize in anything in particular?" Ashton asked, disappearing into the closet while I remained in the hall waiting. "Whip." I responded, looking around to make sure that there weren’t any centaurs making their way into the building. "Here." Ashton’s hand appeared from the doorway, holding a metal whip with spiked edges. Grabbing it, I lifted and tested the weight to make sure that it was light enough to manuever properly.

Enos must be busy so I bid my goodbye. “I will go ahead, Enos. You should start your training!”, i said getting his attention “ Yeah, you must be tired. I forgot that this is your first day in training. By the way, what weapon did you choose?”, he asked. “Throwing knives but i decided to attach a string on”, I said shyly. I picked the weapon above the table where I put it a while ago. “Whoah, this is a wide range weapon. I don't know that you are a genius!”, he remarked unseriously. This guy. I just pouted on what he said but he just laughed at me as he tapped my head like a child. Like a dog.

James was shocked speechless. Drying laundry? His deadly weapon, Crucifier, was being used to dry laundry? This was a weapon he obtained ten years ago that was at the center of his mysterious medical skills. The crucifier consisted of 81 very special needles that formed a steel wire. James went to the balcony. His steel wire was hanging on the balcony with several pieces of underwear on it. James’ eyebrow twitched out of incredulity. He took off the underwear and retrieved the Crucifier.

“No one retreats like that in a war, he thinks that he could outsmart a man like me. He knows exactly what I can be at times and yet, he thinks he could take me by surprise. He's a coward.” Ezekiel chuckled softly from where he was sitted and then stood up holding another mechanical weapon. These were all omega weapons. Who knew that these types exist in this era. “I just refurbished the ballistae. It's gonna blow anyone it hits. Can't wait to use it.”