Itachi Weapons Novels & Stories

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama SEVEN VENDETTA I walk into the suite and all eye where focused on me making it me look more weird that what I felt with Rainal few minutes ago. "What?"I asks as I threw my jacket on the couch and slum myself on the soft sofa. "You got disconnected and not only that you_" "I was attending to something important and had to remove it"I shun one of the officer that questioned me.

“Can I have a weapon that does both? It’s best if the weapon has mid-range, long-range and short-range attacks. It doesn’t have to be sharp, but it should be durable. I want a weapon that can change forms according to the situation without breaking.” Giving up, Ben sighed. This girl and his stupid student were both living in the clouds. Where would such a convenient weapon be found? “If it exists,” the blacksmith replied sarcastically. Akiko pondered over it. There was one weapon that did that. Not many assassins used it as it was a relatively simple weapon, but it was secretly Akiko’s favourite. With a little modification, she could even put her intelligence stat to use. “Do you know how to

Everyone looked at the Yu Shijin slowly coming out of the rear, standing tall, eyebrows cold. He paused by Su Hui's side, then looked at him sideways, Chu Xu Ning and others, and his eyes were calm. After five words, he reached out and slowly took out his weapon. Chu Xuning stared at his movements. He knew very well that Yu Shijin seldom showed his weapon, because his weapon was not that hot weapon, but an ancient cold weapon, a crossbow. Make exquisite, pure black color, can't see what material is made, crossbow has its own name, predator.

“That’s right. It’s like giving wings to a tiger. Weapons are naturally more lethal than bare fists. “But the more powerful the expert, the higher the requirements for weapons. The truly strong ones would either be equipped with a weapon that they’ve carried around for years, or be making use of their fists if they’ve yet to find one.” “So, which one are you?” asked Isaiah. Tyr chuckled. “Me? Speaking of which, I’ve been looking for a weapon that I can use, but I haven’t been able to attain one.” “Would a dagger suit you?” Tyr was taken aback. “What do you mean?” “Ormr Dagger!” With that said, Isaiah jumped into the artificial pool in front of him and approached the rockery in the middle of

His remaining companion turned to face me as well. My favorite ninja wasn't done yet. As the second man turned, Miyako stepped from behind one of the false pylons and kicked the gun out of his hands. The ex-hanging man had the choice of reaching for his dropped Type-05, thus letting me chop him in the back as he bent over or...draw a sword?

Watching his flanks collapse, his squad get picked apart, with the calm patience of a man who'd already factored in these losses. Because I was exactly where he wanted me. "There you are," he said. He was tall in person. Taller than Valtherion. Lean, angular, with the economy of movement that spoke of decades of combat. Gray at the temples. Pale eyes that reflected the moonlight like mirrors. A long silver blade in each hand, not ornamental. Working weapons. The edges hummed with something that made my shadow bloodline recoil. Anti-bloodline steel. Forged specifically to cut through ancient power.

He instantly dropped to the floor while twitching. The other ninjas were shocked. How did she do that? They were shocked to see the weapon the girl was carrying. It looked like a mythical weapon created from the gods. There were electric lines that were visible on the taser. Only one of its kind must exist in this world. The ninjas that saw the weapon, grew greedy for it.

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. •••

Weapons racks line the concrete walls, heavy with custom silver daggers, war-axes, and military-grade assault rifles. A tall, broad-shouldered wolf with scarred skin and grey-streaked fur descends the iron catwalk above us. Maestro Vance holds a heavy silver broadsword in his right hand, his scent smelling heavily of gunpowder, blood, and burnt cedar. “I saw your transport pull up from the security feeds,” Vance grunts, his piercing grey eyes locking onto me as he steps onto the concrete floor. “You’ve grown broader since you survived the Whitmore slaughter, Chika.”

Alfi draws Pelidi from his bracelet. His black silver Iru cloaks in Pelidi turning it into a jet black Tachi (A kind of Katana, yet the blade is more curved with the cutting edge down.) with black silver Iru cloaks in the blade. There’s a monarch butterfly motif engraved on the tang and temper. “You did defeat Garuda, but don’t ever think you can defeat me!” The figure who rides Lembuswana is seen aiming Alfi with his golden bow. He shoots a golden arrow from his arrow and it flies at an amazing speed.