Revy Black Lagoon Guns Novels & Stories

“Then we’re rivals, old god. And I play for keeps." The echo laughed, low and endless, before fading back into the stone. By dusk I had summoned the survivors. They stood in the courtyard, the moon turning their faces silver. “You will rebuild the packhouse,” I told them. “You will learn new forms, shed the old skin. We hunt north. The storm’s child walks there.” Someone dared to ask, “You mean the Luna?” I looked at him until he dropped his gaze. “I mean the weapon that once wore her name. Treat her as such, and you might live to see the new age."

The bullets were made up of silver and were filled with wolfsbane. Strong enough to kill pack wolves, let alone the rogues. “Don’t you find it weird that they used the old methods to attack us, Gamma?” Someone asked me, confusion and curiosity evident in his voice. “Where are you going?” I asked Nolan through mind-link at the same time. “This is weird and yes, we are going to do a full investigation on this. But for now, concentrate on killing them. We need to finish this as soon as possible,” I replied to that warrior and waited for Nolan’s reply through mind-link.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐥 The hydraulic whine of the gunship’s rear ramp closing shut cut off the damp, salt-heavy air of the Calabrian coast sealing the cabin into a pressurized chamber of low-frequency vibrations. Inside the dimly lit cargo bay, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Lucian Blackwood sat on the cold steel floor, shoved into a corner between two heavy equipment crates. The tailored charcoal suit that had once commanded respect in Manhattan boardrooms was torn at the knees, caked in coastal mud and gravel.

Queen Mother Rhea smiled at me with a cold gleam in her eyes and slowly raised her small silver dagger. The warm candlelight from the iron wall sconces reflected off the sharp edge of the polished blade. I tightened my grip on the heavy brass candlestick in my left hand and prepared to swing it at her head if she lunged forward. Rhea did not charge across the room or try to stab me in the chest with her weapon. She paced across the black marble floor with a slow and calculated grace while she inspected my ruined appearance.

Elijah himself also continued to watch the shape of the pack building without saying anything. Luciana's body trembled as she looked at how dark, damp, and silent the place was. Luciana lowered her head slightly, and looked at the amount of black ash that was scattered almost everywhere or even in every corner of The Crescent Moon Pack there. Luciana was certain that these were the ashes of the bodies of all The Crescent Moon Pack members who had been killed and burned by Harrison Hux. Luciana clenched her palms together tightly, and felt her anger begin to peak in her head and heart now.

The dim red lights in the tunnel reflected off his four black glossy slanted eyes. It was the tunnel’s dim red ceiling lights that helped Olivia see the monster’s pitch-black eyes. Those eyes were peeking through the leveler’s gated door, focusing on Olivia and Lukas. Olivia had a Beretta M-12 submachine gun strapped to her back, but her paralyzation wouldn’t let her reach for the gun. She could sense the creature’s wrath, and she knew that shooting at him would only make him angrier.

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

Instructor Bette walked over and asked, “Have you ever used a firearm before?” “I’ve fired simulated guns,” Lancelot answered honestly. “Have you played shooting-based virtual games?” “No.” Lancelot wasn’t interested in games; he preferred watching short videos. “I see… Well, why don’t you take a few shots and show me?” Instructor Bette handed Lancelot the rifle and explained, “This is the Alliance’s Black Hawk assault rifle. It has an overall length of 988 millimeters, with a barrel length of 512 millimeters, eight right-hand rifling grooves, and uses the Alliance-standard 6.32mm caliber rifle rounds. The standard magazine holds 35 rounds. It’s highly accurate, with an effective range of ab

“Fine. You want in, you’re in.” They went to the armory room in the back of the club. Metal shelves lined with firearms, ammunition, and knives gleamed in the low light. Amy’s fingers skimmed along the collection before she pulled down a polished Colt 1911 and a snub-nosed revolver. Isadora grinned and took her favorites — a black Beretta M1951 and a sawed-off shotgun with a worn leather strap. “You ever notice,” Isadora said as she checked the Beretta’s magazine, “that people like us never really retire?”

he said. "gun please." she said, and Gavin grinned and handed a silver-coloured Smith and Wesson SD9/40 Glock over to her. "Here you go. I got this custom made for you." He handed her the gun along with silver bullets. Karen collected it squealing with joy. "Do you have golden bullets too?" She asked, and Gavin arched his eyebrow. "Got you covered on that one too." And he handed her golden coloured Smith and Wesson SD9/40 Glock with golden bullets too.