Homestuck Weapon Novels & Stories

Ken became upset upon seeing his hammer-like weapon. "Well suits you, I will hit your head with it when you mumble haha" Zack laughed. Zack also took Violet's weapon to take a look "seems like a sword, well suits her but she already has her sword so what's the point". "Here's your weapon Violet" Zack gave the weapon to Violet. "Thanks," said Violet, taking her weapon and putting it with her previous sword. "Zack, you got a revolver wow...man life's so unfair, I also want that" Ken mourned childishly. "that is fate brother" Zack smiled while looking at the revolver.

Something’s different. The bot’s bio-organic innards open up, and from inside its gelatinous body, it ejects weapons. A small, but formidable stash. A lock-pick set, a few compact knives, and something that looks like a small explosive device. This is it. The distraction worked. With the tools in my hands, I slip into action. I know this is my only shot, and I’m not going to waste it. The Neurovores will never expect me to fight back like this, and that’s exactly how I’m going to take advantage of it.

The old fool hadn’t even put up a fight. But when Aidan turned back round, Kyle realized it wasn’t an address book he was holding in his hands. The old man had retrieved some kind of weapon. It looked like a cross bow. Kyle leapt to his feet and put his hands in truce position. “Now, now. Let’s not do anything hasty,” he said. Aidan was trembling, the strange weapon quivering in his hands. “You said you didn’t need a history book to educate you on vampires,” Aidan said, trying to keep his voice strong. “Well, maybe if you had, you’d know how dangerous holy water arrows can be to vampires.”

After modifying the stick—which took a bit of time to get used to because I’m just a normal high school kid, not an arms dealer—I gathered all the weapons that I planned to bring; a modified hockey stick with sharp blades at it’s end, a kitchen knife and razors. I contemplated on buying a dagger, but I don’t have time to wait for another few days or weeks. I have only one day, and if I failed, all would be reset into it’s natural state. Because of that, everytime I failed on killing the monster, my weapons which I worked hard to make would be reset, and I tell you it was a pain in the butt to assemble them again. At almost nighttime, I went to Chips n Charm to meet the violet-eyed girl—or to

Me, on the other hand, made a red flamed sword— my lowest grade weapon. We are twins, indeed. We both think that these idiots will be easy. Just like the two of us, William and Emery made their own weapon out of their power. William made a sword — just like me. While Emery made a whip made from vines. I thought Xavier would make a fuss too, but he just shook his head and stood in a corner. As if he's just watching a movie. I turned my attention back to our opponent and they immediately rushed. Emery quickly wrapped the vine on my left arm but I was prompt to the end of it was cut off. I was also not surprised when it just grew back and regenerate itself.

“Do what?” Evy waved her hands as if swinging something heavy. “The Hammer. How did you do it?” “Oh. Do you mean this?” Oma presented her hand, then as if it were magic, something materialized on her fingers, particles glowing before a tangible hammer with an intricate design turned up. She still couldn’t believe her eyes and walked closer to take a look at it. “How?” “I used to be an adventurer before I was a maid. This here is my core weapon. Veteran Adventurers who have managed to reach rank B can pull out their unique core weapon and use it for combat.”

Each roll had a unique weapon, crafted by pure steal of different minerals. I moved closer and picked up the silver sword which was designed in crafted dark words. The sword was a brutal weapon for the Werewolves. As well as the silver gun, bullets, and daggers there. "Not today, you won't be needed." I whispered to myself then put it back and moved my hand to the third roll of weapons. I picked up the bow and arrow with a smirk.

Things like cameras, microscopes, some crystals, knives, and so on. Richard had brought home Mia's test result from the hospital, he was going to test it with the others he had and see how well it matched and if there was something different about them. On the wall of Richard's red room, there were different types of weapons, like silver bullets, and silver knives which he made by himself and had adorned on the wall. It was to protect himself, just in case. He was not sure he would kill one if he got one but he would like to study them and understand how they can transform like that, cause all that was just beyond humans.

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

Jacob looks surprised, his brow furrowed. "But it's so late," he says, his eyes wide and lazy. Jacob gives me a puzzled look, but he doesn't question me further. He follows me into my room and pulls out his phone. "What kind of weapon would you like to learn to use?" he asks, scrolling through his phone. I think for a moment, then say, "I want to learn how to use a bow and arrow." Jacob nods, his expression thoughtful. "That's a good choice," he says. "It's a weapon that takes skill and concentration to master."