Homestuck Weapon Novels & Stories

Alexander seemed to be against our using a weapon, I sprouted my claws and tossed the blade to the fault. Of course, the pain was short-lived as we started tearing each other's skin. It was just temporary until it mended. The weapon was ideal for fighting werewolves. It would have a permanent harm from the poison on it.

"Other guys hook their wife's brother up with houses and cars. Mine won't shut up about covering a lousy twenty grand. "Wade Watson, transfer your house to me today, or I swear, I'll make my sister divorce you." Ignoring the cut on the back of my hand, I froze. "Darren... what kind of joke is this? You want my house?"

Warning lights blinked. I groaned, rolling my eyes. “What? These are my babies!” he said defensively as a tray popped out from the side wall. He started emptying his weapons. Two handguns. Two knives. A set of throwing stars. A small baton. Something that looked suspiciously like a taser disguised as a pen. “Just give it all up already, Leon,” I muttered. He sighed and reached into the back of his pants. Pulled out a small ax. I stared. “An ax? Really?”

People would wonder how. There is a weapon called show made with different types of metals and other rare stones, it belonged to Alpha Ailwyn but his extreme love for his son Lustrow, made him gift it to him. This was a very rare , and ancestral weapon and it gives victim a permanent mark. No one can get the hold of the weapon unless he gives it to anyone. Let's see how he denies this.

Speaking of weapons, in actual fact, they were merely sticks, but since there were not enough, some of the sticks were disassembled from brooms and mops. It was not too shabby! The subordinate named Rowan rushed inside while muttering, “This broomstick seems quite brittle, and it’s not even as strong as my fist…” Hunter coughed lightly to boost morale as he said, “Well, it’s okay. The equipment will be available later. We should save the people first!”

I said. She nodded her head in acknowledgement. But then, I remembered that I didn't know where Adrian had kept the weapons. If he even had them, that is. I had only seen him in action once and that time; he had been fighting barehanded. I had to admit that his fists were more deadly than any weapon could ever be... "Does Adrian have weapons stashed around somewhere, or would we have to make do with kitchen knives?" I asked. "Girl, he has a freaking armory here! Haven't you seen yet?" she asked.

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.

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

I ask as I take a drink of my Redbull while Charity continues reading from their list. "Daggers, swords, axes, and knife throwing," Theo responds while grabbing his own RedBull from the fridge and sitting in the office chair next to me. "But also advanced weapons as well. You can build bombs and chemical weapons." "Cool," I smile devilishly, "that'll definitely come in handy if it's muscle memory; let's hope to the Goddess it is." "We can always find out after this," Charity suggests taking her own seat in the last chair of the small office, "I am sure Toby wouldn't mind letting us borrow his weaponry; in fact, I think he would be giddy about it."

She laid it before us and when Weston tossed the fabric to the side, our mouth almost gaped when we saw a crossbow. “This is the weapon I know that could help you.” He then rummaged inside the drawer behind him and pulled some items before he placed it on top of the stone table. There were some wooden stakes etched with the symbol I had seen on the other weapons. “And these can be useful too.” “What is that symbol?” I asked Weston as his eyes flitted to it, tracing his finger across the mark.