Homestuck Weapon Novels & Stories

“Twin blades, preferably.” “Why?” “Why not? Everyone has their favorite choice of weapon. My mother loves a bow; my father loves his fists,” I say with a shrug. “Or his teeth or claws. I like my blades.” He glances at the wall where the weapons rest, scanning his inventory. Crude weapons, I realize upon further inspection. The metal doesn’t glint in the hot sunlight. Everything is dull, meant for practice, and very old. All I want to do is run. I want to shift and take off, faster than the speed of light, tearing through everyone in my way, but I can’t feel my wolf at all. My senses feel as dull as the weapons hanging on rusted hooks.

With a small grunt Jake reached out for his large gun and pulled it up onto his shoulders! *Boom* Jake trembled slightly from the powerful device's weight, while marvelling at the work of dragons and wyverns. This cannon was the Soul Weapon he inherited after passing his trial. It was actually a pistol, and it was meant to be worn on the finger! It was made by taking into consideration the brute strength of a dragon and its large size, which was why it was so big. When Jake held it it resembled a large gun, but in the hands of a dragon it was only a small weapon with great attack power!

Yman took a peek on his status and showed a grim expression after he saw that there was only a small attack on it. He even forgot to buy a decent weapon. Right now, inside his Cyber Storage was a wooden sword, 1 vial of red liquid(also known as healing potion), and several pieces of arrows which was useless to the current monsters, it was useless because he doesn't have a bow. Just an arrow that was for sale. The last thing inside his storage was a rope of 150 meters length. All the trainees looked at him with disgust and scorn on their faces. He could surmise that each of them was waiting for how he embarrassed himself to the crowd.

I would rather die than live connected to this man for even a day. I glanced around, looking for something to do what I planned and my eyes fell on the weapon Xaden had stabbed Dymon with. Without hesitation, I picked it up, my stomach rolling at the sight of his blood, still coated all over the tip. It was a wooden stake, very well made with a sharp, pointed tip that promised to do the job just fine. I held it to my side, not wanting to alert either of them of my plan even though they were too busy beating each other up to notice. No, Dymon was getting beat up. He was no longer attacking, too scared of hurting me in turn and my heart broke to see how helpless he was to now defend himself. H

I spent three years being the perfect wife. Three years of silence, of soft smiles, of putting his coffee exactly how he liked it while he was buried inside my sister. Then one night I opened the wrong door. “Harder, Gabriel… fuck, say my name.” Hannah’s voice. My husband’s name. My sister’s body arched under him on the sheets I had bought for our anniversary. Three years of lies collapsed in a single moan. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I walked out, locked the door behind me, and made a new promise to myself: if they could take what was mine without mercy, I would take everything they never saw coming. I didn’t know the stranger who pulled me into the dark that sam

I walked to my bed and kneeled down, reaching underneath. My fingers grabbed hold of something, and with a little effort, I pulled out a black suitcase. A smile crept across my lips as I unzipped it, revealing the weapons inside. My fingers gently traced over the cool silver of my daggers and the sharp wooden stakes. "Which one of you will be lucky enough to sink into those monsters tonight?" I whispered, giggling softly as I ran my fingers over them. I played a little game with myself. "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…" My finger landed on a silver dagger, specially designed for werewolves. Next, I grabbed a wooden stake, its tip coated in vervain, a deadly substance for vampires. Then, I picked up

said the whole Squad 97. Their weapon transformed to different ultimate form for each class. PRD-class weapon is a sword, GRD-class weapon is a bow, RTH-class weapon is an axe, SLT-class weapon is a snake blade, ENV-class weapon is a spear, SLT-class weapon is a scythe, and GLT-class weapon is a cannon but can be transformed into variety of heavy long ranged guns. “Whoahahaha! This is awesome!!” said Nathan. “So, this is Encoded Weapon …?” said Hazel.

He nods, “The rules are simple; submit and you’re out. You can tag none, one or two people in when you leave, up to you. It varies the number of opponents. People can choose whatever weapon they want from the supplied options. Celine and I did some training with them before this started.” “Well that’s something at least.” His mother chuckles, then hums as she watches her for a moment, “She still prefers the staff, and I don’t blame her, it’s an elegant weapon.” He nods, and she indicates the table of approved weapons and he walks over, inspecting the selection. There are knives, swords of different types, maces, flails, some cudgels and a few bo-staffs. He wonders if she’s mastered them all

He said before taking it back and standing up, "It's known as 'Cronus' Sickle', and it's a powerful weapon, if a bit unpredictable." "I can see why you chose it then, can you show me?" I asked and he flipped the coin in the air, and when it came back down, sure enough, the split scythe landed in his hand. "If anything, this weapon chose me, in a way. When Jameson, Damien, and I went to visit Sisto at her weapon shop, I picked up a gun that was chambered for .600 Nitro Express and was content to leave it at that; But as I was looking around I saw this scythe on the wall, and it turns out that it has some serious history behind it," He said before tossing it back into the air, and catching it

I asked. * * * The house looked bare and unfamiliar as I walked from room to room, checking for belongings I might have missed. Weapons were my primary concern – something small, like a hairbrush or a plate, could be easily explained away and either returned to me or thrown in the bin, depending on how Harper felt about me when he found it. A stake, however…