Revy Black Lagoon Guns Novels & Stories

The war camp pulsed with restless energy. Wolves in human skin moved swiftly, sharpening blades, strapping leather guards across forearms, and tying axes to belts. The scent of iron and pine hung heavy in the night, laced with the sharp tang of anticipation. Warriors’ eyes glowed faintly under the moonlight, betraying the beasts that waited beneath their skin. Nyx trailed behind Theron, her hands clutching a small satchel of herbs she had refused to put down. Every step she took was shadowed by whispers.

Each clean shot represented a pack member fighting through pain and weakness to protect their own. The black market arsenal he'd acquired over the years—fifty Barrett M82/M107s, fifty CheyTac M200 Interventions, fifty Accuracy International AX50s, fifty McMillan TAC-50s, and fifty Sako TRG 42s—now proved their worth. Enough firepower to wage a small war, and they were using every bit of it.

he announced, his voice firm and authoritative. The room erupted into a chorus of whispers and murmurs, the sound like a gentle hum of surprise and intrigue. Lucan's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression a blend of respect and curiosity. I discreetly scanned the warriors standing behind him, my eyes searching for any signs of the mark – a subtle tattoo or ink that might indicate their allegiance to the mysterious pack working with Crescent Pack. But there was nothing, no visible signs of any markings. I exchanged a brief glance with Ragnar, and he shook his head almost imperceptibly, a silent confirmation that he too had seen nothing.

My eyes flew open and I found myself alone in a narrow canoe that was rowing itself forward towards a pair of black gates. The water all around me was dark and murky and very still, except for the ripples as my canon cut across heading to its destination. At first, I was confused, what was going on here? The last thing that I remembered was being stabbed and bleeding out alone and afraid on the forest floor. My hands flew to my stomach and then my neck I dabbed at them, there was no blood, and my heart was beating heavily in my chest as I looked around in panic. My jaw dropped as I recognized the landscape from the stories that we had been told… I was dead! This was the River Lana!

Mina said , glancing back at Lucky as she threw her blade into the throat of one of the Lycans that were double teaming Blaze. Blaze took advantage of the weapon is mate threw before it disappeared, and stabbed the other Lycan between the eyes. Mina started backing away from her friend when she opened the big ass black bag, because she knew something fucked up was about to happen. “What!? No, I’m not going to do anything dumb, unless you count fucking up some Lycans up dumb, then yea I’m about to do something real dumb.” Lucky said, pulling out a big ass machine gun with feeding bullets. “HEY, I ADVISE YALL TO GET THE FUCK OUTTA THE WAY!” Lucky yelled to the warriors and began to fire the gu

The young woman had another equally sad-looking, yet servicable pair. “Guns?” barked Hila. Siobhan was quick to respond. She had already figured out that Markos ' arsenal, frugal though it was, needed to be raided. She pointed to the table where she had laid out everything she could find. Hila limped over, a hand clutching her side as she picked up a couple of guns. She picked up the only three that seemed remotely serviceable, checking for their magazines. A Glock 19, which she pocketed, along with a SIG Sauer P365. The last one she picked up and wheezed, looking straight at Siobhan, who had been watching her closely, silently.

“Ohh… I saw the numbers. People really are interested in bombs, hand …. Hand what” “Hand grenades…” Luca supplied. “Yeah those, people are investing in hand grenades, automatic rifles and automatic pistols and …. What was that chamber…. Chamber....” “8 bullet chamber revolver”? Luca said again, biting his lower lip. She glared at him with a stinky eye, but she was so excited to tell them about her notes. “How did you…” Hugo was actually surprised. “I… let me show you. Let’s go”. She practically dragged them out and waved at Joshua to bring her tablet from the table.

I sat in the back of my black Mercedes, my head laid back on the headrest we drove through the cool evening, and I watched bright city lights of diverse colors cast beautiful blurs on my window. Blackwater pack never slept, in fact, nighttime was when we were more active, enjoying parties, street food or like myself romantic dinners. I watched as a bunch of pups giggled as they raced past the street on their scooters, bumping into some passers-by and screaming their apologies through the exhilaration of their glee.

I don’t care the reason, I love this fury best friend of mine. “Come on Lobo, I need to get these back under lock and key.” I whistle out, as I place the guns in a black holdall and securely place them over my shoulder. Taking out my phone, I read the influx of recent messages from Maya…she was trying to coax me out for another party night...but they had a way of landing me in trouble.