Novel & Cerita Revy Black Lagoon Guns

They instead replaced them with the colors of the Ravens - a matte black with hues of blues and greens and purple under the right angles. All of them still had the shield and machine pistol combo, except Raijin had an Unranked Multi-beam Plasmacutter on her shoulder. It was purely utilitarian and industrial in nature, but she wasn’t there to fight in the first place. Max on the other hand, had a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Grenade Launcher. It was simple, effective, and devastating. “Want us to bring down the pain?” asked T-Rex. “‘Coz we can. And we want to. Nothing crazy.”

The first lady whined, but Moira was too confident for her, she came to stand at my front, her hands gently placed on her dress as she gave them a challenging front. I leaned towards Moira and whispered, “who are they?” “They are the Luna's of this pack, their group is referred to as the congregation of Luna's and Alexa is their leader.” Moira pointed at the lady in the middle and I chewed on my lower lip, nodding my head as I took note of them. “Ohh, please pardon our manners my Luna,” Alexa began with a tiny chuckle. “We didn't mean to startle you, we were just so excited to walk into you.” She explained.

Ariana shrugged, leading me to the guns as she said, "Adrian had it set up a couple weeks ago. It’s safer than going to an outside range, since there are too many eyes out there." She picked up a sleek black pistol, then she turned to me and said, "Okay, crash course time. First of all, we've got your basics which include handguns like this Glock 19. They’re compact, reliable, and good for concealed carry. Then there’s rifles like the AR-15 which is meant for longer range. Shotguns are for close quarters, like this Remington 870.“ “I know,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’ve played Call of Duty.”

Dominic stared at me for a few seconds before retrieving a black gun, “This is Glock 17 and what you will be using today for the training. It is light, has low recoil, and the grip is textured in case your palm gets all sweaty.” I watched as Dominic flexed the gun, and in a daze, my eyes trailed over his muscular arms. He was on a black sleeveless shirt, showing his powerful arms and the outline of his toned biceps. Dark gray joggers hung on his hips and showcased his muscular arms, heightening his raw masculinity. I tried not to ogle, but my eyes were traitors, they would not listen to me. Well, not like I planned to stop them. The sight in front of me was…

No one ever told me to shrink they just told me to rule. “Are we doing this whole royal tour thing? Should I expect a performance later? Fireworks? A commemorative plaque?” “No fireworks.” “Mm.” “But…” I reached into my coat pocket. She blinked. “What now?” I set the box on the table. Black and slim just sleek enough to make her hesitate. She eyed it like it might bite. “What is it?” “Open it.” She did, slowly, lifting the lid with cautious fingers. Inside, nestled in velvet, was a pale gold phone. Thin. Sharp-edged. Custom logo etched on the back just one letter.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

“I’m Lilibel, Gregory’s mate. We’re so pleased to have you here.” Their kindness eased something tight in my chest. To Gregory’s other side sat another woman, elegant and graceful, with silver threading through her dark hair. She smiled at me with what seemed like real welcome. “Genevieve Blackwood. Gregory’s sister. I’ve heard wonderful things about your work with pack security.” “You’re too kind.” Then my gaze fell on the woman to my left. She was beautiful in a cold, perfect way. Dark hair swept into an immaculate chignon. Designer dress. Expensive jewelry. But her eyes, when they met mine, held all the warmth of a winter storm.

"If you want to come after her, you’d better pray your bones are harder than my patience." A man in black combat gear followed close behind, sparing Fred a single, lethal glance. "You’re an outside Alpha of low standing. You have no right to even breathe the same air as her. Get out." Fred’s instincts flared; he tried to push back with his own dominance, but the moment his eyes landed on the Dark Moon emblem on the man’s chest, the color drained from his face. He couldn't even manage a whisper. He simply turned and walked out. I stared at the man in combat gear. His features were a mirror of my mother’s—the same sharp jawline, the same piercing eyes. He approached the bed, his gaze softening

The lullaby she sang. Hush now, little wolf, the moon is high... I hummed it to Luna Rose. She fell asleep. So did I. --- Dawn came cold and gray. We left the cave and climbed the final ridge. Below us, in a valley shrouded in mist, Blackspire rose from the rock. It was massive. Black stone walls, jagged towers, a gate that looked like a gaping mouth. Smoke curled from chimneys. Wolves patrolled the battlements.

In his hand, he carried a hard, black polymer case. He stopped near a large, weathered piece of driftwood that had washed up near the base of the cliffs, he set the case down on a flat rock. "Here," he said. I stopped, watching him. The air felt different here, he clicked the latches open. Inside, nestled in dark grey foam, lay a gun. It was black, sleek, and terrifyingly modern. "Beretta 92FS," Luca said, "Reliable. It won't jam if you get sand in it."