Rwby Weapons Oc Novels & Stories

Gently, she cut into my wrist with the blunt knife, and suddenly I became less concerned about my sickness and more scared of dying from an infection. "Is it working?" I asked as blood dripped from my wrist and into the steel bowl beneath. "Camille?" "It might if you stop talking." She said with her eyes shut. I waited impatiently for something to happen and it was then I noticed the red powder on the blunt knife. "What is that?" I asked but by then whatever it was had started taking effect on me. I growled in pain as my bones snapped and my veins popped out. My Alpha eyes appeared and my sharp canines sprouted out. "What have you done?" I asked, struggling to resist the shift.

“I can use any weapon. It doesn’t matter.” On the other hand, Oritha scoffed. “There aren’t many options. I don’t normally use weapons. It’s easier to smash enemies directly. If I had to use one, it would be a bow. Your weapons are too fragile! Everything breaks easily!” Picking between the two girls, Ben ignored the blind man who insisted on mocking him by wearing blacksmithing gloves. “You,” he pointed at Oritha. “Follow me.”

JACKSON Theo and I were on our way back to the pack after picking up the custom weapons that Brynn had ordered. Hesthes was going to enchant them the way that her knife was. The weapons would be able to be wielded by me or any Precoza by birth. We wanted to keep doing that with weapons so that there would be plenty of options if they were ever needed. I could not wait to show them to Imeela. She was very easy to please and was excitable by the little things in life.

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.

Rya's POV I led the troops from the front. I was fully clad in a dark armour—interlocking steel plates which had been molded perfectly to my form. On the breastplate of the armour guarding my chest was a little opening for the Moonstone. It glowed brightly as I drew out my sword from the scabbard. I stared down at the moonstone, and even on the battlefield, Oscar's words echoed in my head for the umpteenth time. I was getting braver as I stared at the glow, taking up courage as I listened to the echoing word again and again.

Her flabby breasts had a pale white substance seeping out of it. Sir. Oswic was still weary and very much aware that a tyronimic could be anywhere about, watching and waiting to pounce on them as they perhaps, walked into its trap and that why his right hand, where his wand was, firmly gripped, was stretched out - swinging left and right like wipers of Eallric's battered Peugeot 404. His brain recited and reeled off spells after spells from queer ones with little to no effect, to ones that made him stand a chance if a tyronimic came out of nowhere.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Joaquin's weapon is a fire sword and Bryle's is an arnis that turns into a double sword. "Aaahhh!" Joaquin charged with full force while attacking the scorpion. The scorpion was about to strike him with its venomous tail when he cut it in half. The scorpion squirm and goes on a rampage, causing it to strike the other scorpion. Joaquin and Bryle laughed when they saw that the other scorpions were working together when Joaquin cut off their sibling’s tail.

Bryson looked at the saber in Lucas' hand, and his eyes glittered at the sight of it. "So that is one of the ten Legendary Weapons, the Dragon Slaying Saber?" "You're right." Lucas nodded. If the war had occurred much earlier, Lucas would have been slightly afraid of Bryson. After all, Bryson was a Rank 10 Dark Race. Nevertheless, he was now a Rank 10 Evolved One. "Since you’ve asked me to come forth to get ahold of it, I shall make my move!" Without warning, Bryson suddenly became a dark shadow and rushed aggressively at Lucas.

RUMBLE RUMBLE ZRSSSSHHHH! AAAAAAH! CLANG! CRASH! “The Black Witch!” “Take cover!” Swords, spears, even shields, and armored body parts rained down on the battlefield. Anything that was heavy and strong enough that could be used as weapons floated up into the air and then rained down like comets. It was not enough to stop them, though. Many of them were , and they could push forward even when it was raining weapons.