Arthur Morgan Summer Gunslinger Novels & Stories

After they had tossed Cinque’s men into the river, the floating corpses were too horrendous to look at. “Insane. This is completely insane! Sh*t!” The man had enough. He was reluctant to continue watching, so he smashed the binoculars onto the ground. Standing behind him were two other men in tunic suits. Their expressions were just as grave. These three men were clearly from Six Doors. The person holding the binoculars earlier was named Julio Morgan. He was the one who had previously accompanied Green Dragon on the rooftop of the building with sixty-six floors. “Brother Morgan, what should we do now? Tyr Summers must be doing this on purpose,” asked one of the other men.

Relief flooded me, sharp and painful. “Liam!” He staggered forward. “Ava, move!” Morgan turned sharply, his hand reaching for something under his jacket. But in that same instant, Victoria spoke softly, almost lovingly. “Do it.” Morgan froze. His hand trembled. For a heartbeat, I didn’t understand what was happening. Then he turned toward Liam. And raised a gun. The world slowed. “Morgan no!” I screamed, running forward. He hesitated, tears filling his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

This made me wonder if Gabby was also part of the red lions. “Is Gabby also a spy of the red lions?” I asked slowly. I wanted to make sure that I was clear with everything. As it stood, I would not be able to see Morgan after today. “Nah!” Morgan replied and smiled. “Gabby is of a different breed. His father was a soldier and he is also one.” “Oh, okay…” I said slowly. “I want to ask you more questions. Would you like to answer?” “Don't you have to go and see Alpha Quinn? I thought you were eager to see him!” Morgan said slowly. He picked up one of the books beside him now.

Morgan said, and vaulted to the dock before any of them could say goodbye. Carolina watched her go, small and straight-backed, heels crunching the rime. On the far deck, two guards in surplus helmets lowered their rifles but didn’t aim. There was a shout. An exchange of hands. It seemed for a moment that Morgan had miscalculated, that it was about to go bad in the dumbest, simplest way. Carolina tensed, ready to throw herself between the bullet and her people, even as she knew how dumb and final that would be.

she held out her hand for a shake and her kind gesture made me respond. "I'm Arenza Morgan" I spoke but an annoying rat decided to intrude ... "What a sassy name" I coughed at his jerky ways and walked away from him only to be followed by Rachael.... we talked and I got to know her father was a scientist and doctor in ACCM laboratory and I was happy for her.... Back in the pine forest where the Morgans camp.. "No no please don't hurt my son . I would do anything but don't hurt my son" Mrs Morgan spoke to the strange man in a red and black mask as he held a gun at Jasons head. Mr Morgan was already shot dead and was bleeding seriously....

Richard glared as the big hand grabbed his neck. Morgan just smiled as the white face began to turn red as her oxygen supply decreased. "I told you you were wrong to make me your target!" "You think I'm scared?" Richard no less fiercely choked Morgan's neck. CRASH! "Aaarghh!" Richard shouted BANG! Morgan's shoulder was shot by Richard's men. " ****!" Morgan felt his shoulder throbbing from the gunshot wound that was now lodged in his shoulder. BANG! BANG! BANG! "Die, all of you!" Morgan shouted, firing at all of Morgan's men.

Chapter V: Memories It was a little blurry and muddled but Ren was sure it was a tiny memory of long back then. It was from one of his adventures as a rebellious child, he’s small though. He likes to escape and sneaks out of the house whenever the babysitter has fallen asleep, but Ren is a good little kid you see, he always makes sure to be back before they notice he’s missing. It was near winter, the remnants of autumn season was slowly fading and the wind began to get more chilly in the morning and every night. Although not cold enough to puff a smoke when talking.

he says as he proceeds towards me, Intentionally I pull the trigger waiting to feel satisfied however I get disappointed as ni sound is heard no bullet hit fired just the same hit yet annoying handsome figure walking towards me confidently, I cock the gun once more as I pull the trigger yet it makes a faint noise for me to understand how empty it is, in shock I check for the trigger but it's intact and not broken, Arthur pulls the guns l towards his cheat and smiles at me causing me guts to churn in disgust and anger, "I told you not to pull hag trigger did you have to defy me?" He asks as he jerks off the gun from my hands yet I do not fidget nor budge I stand still not resisting him collec

"Let me do the honors." Nodding Reggie handed the weapon over to Summer. As she took the gun from Reggie's hand Summer could see nothing but images of Asher being beaten and tortured. Not even batting an eyelash she pulled the trigger allowing a bullet to fly and connect directly between the mans eyes sending him flying backwards in his chair and landing back first on the ground. Handing the weapon back to Reggie who stood staring wide eyed Summer kept her gaze fixed on the now dead man whose blood was steadily pooling around him.

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.